Studio-Talk
embroidered shields and straps in heraldic colours
was the work of Miss Louise Bradbury, who as
well as Miss Cadness is associated with the School
of Art.
PARIS.—To some artists in the Latin
Quarter, evening is, under present con-
ditions, perhaps the most trying time,
though less so in these summer days
when the time between sunset and dawn is so
short. But to others it is the most wonderful time,
for it is then that contrast in a vivid gown
of recollection steals by your side and pictures
again for you last year’s spring and summer nights
with their endless rows of glittering lights,
illuminating the now dimmed boulevards. No
more does one hear the strains of stringed instru-
ments mingling with the cafe’s glassy clatter and
infectious laughter. The
trees that times before
looked green and gay in
the brilliant lights, stand
out shadowless amidst the
gaunt structures, filling the
mind with wistful and
anomalous thoughts.
Something strange or for-
gotten has revisited the
city, and the expressionless
rider on his white horse
has been seen on her out-
skirts. Long ago the
noisy traffic ceased, and
only the lightning speed
of some belated taxi, or
the muffled rumble of a
grey waggon of the Croix
Rouge, and the purring
and whirring of patrolling
aeroplanes disturbs the
sullen silence. But despite
the indefinably sombre in-
fluences surrounding artists
just now, art is not wholly
stagnant, refining elements
are hard at work, and the
doors of almost forgotten
realms of significant
thought are being opened
—realms in which art,
emerging from the troubled
dreams induced by de-
cadent sleep, will find new
life and the artist will
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awaken with “The grey earth of his brain aglow,
and the red earth burning in his heart.”
But apart from the wonderful, quiet beauty of
the boulevards, artistic attractions in the Quarter
have been somewhat rare of late. Perhaps the
most notable of them was a little exhibition
organised by some of the members of the St. George’s
Reading Room, at 6 rue Huyghens. Here one
found amongst the exhibitors many noted names,
though not all represented by notable canvases.
That space, hanging and surroundings, were
problems not easy to deal with, was at once
evident by the general decorative arrangement.
However, the present exhibition certainly contained
the best collection of work that has yet been shown
in these rooms; for which congratulations are due
to the jury composed of Mile. Olga de Boznanska,
“FISHING SMACK, BRITTANY
BY HARRY B. LACHMAN
embroidered shields and straps in heraldic colours
was the work of Miss Louise Bradbury, who as
well as Miss Cadness is associated with the School
of Art.
PARIS.—To some artists in the Latin
Quarter, evening is, under present con-
ditions, perhaps the most trying time,
though less so in these summer days
when the time between sunset and dawn is so
short. But to others it is the most wonderful time,
for it is then that contrast in a vivid gown
of recollection steals by your side and pictures
again for you last year’s spring and summer nights
with their endless rows of glittering lights,
illuminating the now dimmed boulevards. No
more does one hear the strains of stringed instru-
ments mingling with the cafe’s glassy clatter and
infectious laughter. The
trees that times before
looked green and gay in
the brilliant lights, stand
out shadowless amidst the
gaunt structures, filling the
mind with wistful and
anomalous thoughts.
Something strange or for-
gotten has revisited the
city, and the expressionless
rider on his white horse
has been seen on her out-
skirts. Long ago the
noisy traffic ceased, and
only the lightning speed
of some belated taxi, or
the muffled rumble of a
grey waggon of the Croix
Rouge, and the purring
and whirring of patrolling
aeroplanes disturbs the
sullen silence. But despite
the indefinably sombre in-
fluences surrounding artists
just now, art is not wholly
stagnant, refining elements
are hard at work, and the
doors of almost forgotten
realms of significant
thought are being opened
—realms in which art,
emerging from the troubled
dreams induced by de-
cadent sleep, will find new
life and the artist will
208
awaken with “The grey earth of his brain aglow,
and the red earth burning in his heart.”
But apart from the wonderful, quiet beauty of
the boulevards, artistic attractions in the Quarter
have been somewhat rare of late. Perhaps the
most notable of them was a little exhibition
organised by some of the members of the St. George’s
Reading Room, at 6 rue Huyghens. Here one
found amongst the exhibitors many noted names,
though not all represented by notable canvases.
That space, hanging and surroundings, were
problems not easy to deal with, was at once
evident by the general decorative arrangement.
However, the present exhibition certainly contained
the best collection of work that has yet been shown
in these rooms; for which congratulations are due
to the jury composed of Mile. Olga de Boznanska,
“FISHING SMACK, BRITTANY
BY HARRY B. LACHMAN