DOI Heft:
Nr. 220 (July 1911)
DOI Artikel:Taylor, Ernest Archibald: The american colony of artists in Paris, [2]
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20973#0125
American Artists in Paris
is common for artists to tell you they do not care demns the academic is evident, or he would not
for public opinion, yet they strive their utmost to be so often found surrounded by his Louis XV.
produce exhibition pictures and subscribe to press- associations in the reign of King George and his
cutting associations. In no other profession, I Elizabethan constructions and furniture in Re-
think, will you find so many naughty children with publican France. From such we cannot hope for
childish grudges instead of childlike faith. Art's any great art, nor again until the house and its
demands are for bigness—great men with a great decorations unite in a mutual progress. Art is
outlook even in their dreams. All that remains of a mind compelled by and compelling necessary
a nation is its art, and our museums and picture elements that assist its desire to arrest for itself and
galleries tell us more of the past history of the others thoughts and tangible shapes. It is not a
perishable tribes of men and are far better guide- machine that can be elaborated in the chemical
posts to the advancement of the future than all the laboratory, though its emotions can be allowed to
dusty history volumes that have been written; stagnate in narrow conceited channels, and an
yet itjias come about that the designers of to-day effort made to beat eccentricity into originality in
and of the past—by them I mean all who follow the guise of self-expression, while to be proud of a
the applied arts and crafts of use and utility, limited and vacant mind seems proof itself of
besides furnishers of our home—are held by the genius in much that is being done and exhibited
majority of picture painters to be without the pale to-day.
of art, though I doubt not that they were the first The Book of Nature is ever open ; you can mark
to make picture painters possible. That it is a your own page with the creamy ebb-tide riband of
branch of art neglected by the modern who con- surf that divides the land from the sea, and the sky
" EN MER " BY MAX BOHM
IO4
is common for artists to tell you they do not care demns the academic is evident, or he would not
for public opinion, yet they strive their utmost to be so often found surrounded by his Louis XV.
produce exhibition pictures and subscribe to press- associations in the reign of King George and his
cutting associations. In no other profession, I Elizabethan constructions and furniture in Re-
think, will you find so many naughty children with publican France. From such we cannot hope for
childish grudges instead of childlike faith. Art's any great art, nor again until the house and its
demands are for bigness—great men with a great decorations unite in a mutual progress. Art is
outlook even in their dreams. All that remains of a mind compelled by and compelling necessary
a nation is its art, and our museums and picture elements that assist its desire to arrest for itself and
galleries tell us more of the past history of the others thoughts and tangible shapes. It is not a
perishable tribes of men and are far better guide- machine that can be elaborated in the chemical
posts to the advancement of the future than all the laboratory, though its emotions can be allowed to
dusty history volumes that have been written; stagnate in narrow conceited channels, and an
yet itjias come about that the designers of to-day effort made to beat eccentricity into originality in
and of the past—by them I mean all who follow the guise of self-expression, while to be proud of a
the applied arts and crafts of use and utility, limited and vacant mind seems proof itself of
besides furnishers of our home—are held by the genius in much that is being done and exhibited
majority of picture painters to be without the pale to-day.
of art, though I doubt not that they were the first The Book of Nature is ever open ; you can mark
to make picture painters possible. That it is a your own page with the creamy ebb-tide riband of
branch of art neglected by the modern who con- surf that divides the land from the sea, and the sky
" EN MER " BY MAX BOHM
IO4