DOI Heft:
No. 268 (July 1915)
DOI Artikel:Studio-talk
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21213#0154
Studio-Talk
premier place must be given to the “ Exposition
Nationale des ceuvres des artistes tues a l’ennemi,
blesses, prisonniers et aux armees,” organised by
“ La Triennale,” in the Salle du Jeu de Paume,
Terrasse des Tuileries. Never before have I seen
those delightful rooms so uniquely arrayed for the
display of pictures. The walls and statue pedestals,
simply draped in dull golden-coloured scrim with a
festooned frieze of green laurel leaves, make an
interesting harmony with the framing and work
shown. At the time of my visit, however, the
exhibition was not quite completed, and lacking a
catalogue of the artists and the official titles of their
work, it must suffice for me briefly to mention here
a few of the excellent canvases by artists whose
work is well known to me and those of others
whose signatures I was able to decipher, notable
amongst them being a decoratively-treated land-
scape by Francis Jourdain, a hill-top study in a
harmony of browns by Georges Leroux, a small
At various galleries re-
cently opened there have
been shown rare and interest-
ing examples of sketches
made in the firing line,
and amongst them the
z34
“la fiancee” (Photo, Vizzavona, Paris) by claudio CASTELUCHO
no matter how much one tries to evade it. In the
streets and little shops and places, where you may
make some modest purchases, it will not always be
a cheerful answer that greets your “ Comment allez-
vous ? ” and you will find few homes wherein black-
edged notepaper is not in use. Save the few whose
age and other physical causes prevent, all the most
brilliant artists are at the front.
Never before, perhaps, has the love of France
for her artists been so universally manifest. That
they have played no ignoble part in these turbulent
days is fully demonstrated on the crude little
wooden crosses that cap many a lonely mound on
the battlefields. Yet not alone by strength of arm
or tales from the trenches are their deeds made
known. To be able to captivate the humorous
life amidst the tragical in pencil and colour, and so
spread the infection of a smile, is not one of the
least incentives to foster courage in the fighter and
hopefulness in those wearily
waiting at home. On the
battlefield the soldier artist
is perhaps the happiest as
well as the wealthiest of all
his comrades; that is con-
trary, no doubt, to what one
would expect, but during the
long waits in the trenches by
day and bivouacs by night,
when the solace of mealtime
has passed, the artist with a
pen or pencil and a few strips
of paper finds a new world
wherein even hunger is easily
satisfied or forgotten. A
good artist friend who found
the ordinary black-and-white
materials inconvenient at the
front, and to whom I sent a
Swan Safety pen and two
bottles of artist’s ink made
for use therewith, writes me
that with them, a sketch-book
and a little piece of bread
and cheese, he was never
more happy.
premier place must be given to the “ Exposition
Nationale des ceuvres des artistes tues a l’ennemi,
blesses, prisonniers et aux armees,” organised by
“ La Triennale,” in the Salle du Jeu de Paume,
Terrasse des Tuileries. Never before have I seen
those delightful rooms so uniquely arrayed for the
display of pictures. The walls and statue pedestals,
simply draped in dull golden-coloured scrim with a
festooned frieze of green laurel leaves, make an
interesting harmony with the framing and work
shown. At the time of my visit, however, the
exhibition was not quite completed, and lacking a
catalogue of the artists and the official titles of their
work, it must suffice for me briefly to mention here
a few of the excellent canvases by artists whose
work is well known to me and those of others
whose signatures I was able to decipher, notable
amongst them being a decoratively-treated land-
scape by Francis Jourdain, a hill-top study in a
harmony of browns by Georges Leroux, a small
At various galleries re-
cently opened there have
been shown rare and interest-
ing examples of sketches
made in the firing line,
and amongst them the
z34
“la fiancee” (Photo, Vizzavona, Paris) by claudio CASTELUCHO
no matter how much one tries to evade it. In the
streets and little shops and places, where you may
make some modest purchases, it will not always be
a cheerful answer that greets your “ Comment allez-
vous ? ” and you will find few homes wherein black-
edged notepaper is not in use. Save the few whose
age and other physical causes prevent, all the most
brilliant artists are at the front.
Never before, perhaps, has the love of France
for her artists been so universally manifest. That
they have played no ignoble part in these turbulent
days is fully demonstrated on the crude little
wooden crosses that cap many a lonely mound on
the battlefields. Yet not alone by strength of arm
or tales from the trenches are their deeds made
known. To be able to captivate the humorous
life amidst the tragical in pencil and colour, and so
spread the infection of a smile, is not one of the
least incentives to foster courage in the fighter and
hopefulness in those wearily
waiting at home. On the
battlefield the soldier artist
is perhaps the happiest as
well as the wealthiest of all
his comrades; that is con-
trary, no doubt, to what one
would expect, but during the
long waits in the trenches by
day and bivouacs by night,
when the solace of mealtime
has passed, the artist with a
pen or pencil and a few strips
of paper finds a new world
wherein even hunger is easily
satisfied or forgotten. A
good artist friend who found
the ordinary black-and-white
materials inconvenient at the
front, and to whom I sent a
Swan Safety pen and two
bottles of artist’s ink made
for use therewith, writes me
that with them, a sketch-book
and a little piece of bread
and cheese, he was never
more happy.