DOI Heft:
No. 202 (January, 1910)
DOI Artikel:Folliott Stokes, A. G.: Julius Olsson, painter of seascapes
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20968#0300
Julius Olsson
whole gamut of its phenomena—from the fury of think, than any other English painter. It also
the storm to the sensuous beauty of the calm—is enables him to render, in chords of wonderful
probably to some extent a legacy from the distant beauty and fidelity, those subtle colours which,
past. Mr. Olsson, though an Englishman born under certain conditions of light and atmosphere,
and bred, is a descendant of Norsemen. In him the sea reveals to those who are in sympathy with
we see a living illustration of how faithfully Nature her, and who have given the best years of their
preserves her types throughout the centuries. The lives to studying her.
sea - blue eyes, the broad shoulders, the large Up to a certain point the sea presents no over-
limbs and hands ; all these have come to him from whelming difficulty. To the trained craftsman, a
those old rovers who, more than a thousand years blue sea, or a green sea, with foam-crested waves,
ago, roamed the Northern seas because they loved and here and there a passing ship, beneath a blue
them. In their twentieth-century descendant this or grey sky, are well within his power. This is the
love is not one whit abated : it merely expresses conventional seascape, so familiar to most of us on
itself differently. It has quickened a naturally the walls of our annual exhibitions. The water
observant nature into one of extraordinary recep- is blue, the sky is blue, the clouds are white or
tivity. His ability for noting and remembering the grey, and so is the foam which leaps audaciously
thousand forms which the ever-moving water is at the bows of the hurrying vessels. What more
constantly assuming, the many delicate gradations do you want ? exclaims the oi n-oXXoi. Nothing
of colour which, reflected from sky and cloud, more, of course, until the right man comes along—
chase each other over that palpitating surface, is the true sacer vaies with the inspired vision—and
most remarkable. This ability—one might almost shows us (the men in the street) that there is
call it intuition—enables him to give us the majes- something more. It is ever thus. Prophets or
tic onward sweep of the waves more thoroughly, I seers, call them what you will, in the Arts or in
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whole gamut of its phenomena—from the fury of think, than any other English painter. It also
the storm to the sensuous beauty of the calm—is enables him to render, in chords of wonderful
probably to some extent a legacy from the distant beauty and fidelity, those subtle colours which,
past. Mr. Olsson, though an Englishman born under certain conditions of light and atmosphere,
and bred, is a descendant of Norsemen. In him the sea reveals to those who are in sympathy with
we see a living illustration of how faithfully Nature her, and who have given the best years of their
preserves her types throughout the centuries. The lives to studying her.
sea - blue eyes, the broad shoulders, the large Up to a certain point the sea presents no over-
limbs and hands ; all these have come to him from whelming difficulty. To the trained craftsman, a
those old rovers who, more than a thousand years blue sea, or a green sea, with foam-crested waves,
ago, roamed the Northern seas because they loved and here and there a passing ship, beneath a blue
them. In their twentieth-century descendant this or grey sky, are well within his power. This is the
love is not one whit abated : it merely expresses conventional seascape, so familiar to most of us on
itself differently. It has quickened a naturally the walls of our annual exhibitions. The water
observant nature into one of extraordinary recep- is blue, the sky is blue, the clouds are white or
tivity. His ability for noting and remembering the grey, and so is the foam which leaps audaciously
thousand forms which the ever-moving water is at the bows of the hurrying vessels. What more
constantly assuming, the many delicate gradations do you want ? exclaims the oi n-oXXoi. Nothing
of colour which, reflected from sky and cloud, more, of course, until the right man comes along—
chase each other over that palpitating surface, is the true sacer vaies with the inspired vision—and
most remarkable. This ability—one might almost shows us (the men in the street) that there is
call it intuition—enables him to give us the majes- something more. It is ever thus. Prophets or
tic onward sweep of the waves more thoroughly, I seers, call them what you will, in the Arts or in
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