Before I proceed any further with the reminiscences of my school-days
and after, I should like to recall a few memories of the men and women
who visited the studios of my parents. Artists of course predominated,
and amongst the latter were men who distinguished themselves in the
world. Many of them, through no fault of their genius, have lost some
of their shining reputation. Others, who were merely popular painters
of the hour, are forgotten. Again, a few who were somewhat obscure in
their lifetime, have gained a posthumous reputation, and still others
have to await recognition in the future.
It is an age of reactions. Just as the pre-Raphaelite movement
"revolted" against the academic art preceding it, so the photographic
idealism of pre-Raphaelitism was superseded by a reaction in art
resulting and undoubtedly profiting by its really fine example. I will
not go as far as to say Whistler gained by the pre-Raphaelites; but
his art assuredly became all the more conspicuous by contrast, and
perhaps his school is indirectly responsible for the latest reaction
in favour of raw colour. In the "back to the land" style of painting
which we find in favour with a few modern artists, abnormal looking
women are painted with surprising results, and these artists seem to
delight in a sort of blatant realism that becomes nauseous. With
passionate brutality they present their subjects to us, and their
admirers call the result "life." Let us have truth by all means, and
let us not, on the other hand, lapse into the merely pretty; but let
the truth we portray be imaginative truth allied to beauty.
That reminds me of the "plum-box" artist, who used to go round to
country houses when I was a boy, with a completed painted picture of
what was then considered the ideal and fashionable face, which
consisted mainly of big eyes, veiled by sweeping lashes, a perfect
complexion, a rosebud mouth, and glossy curls. The artist (one feels
more inclined to call him the "tradesman") then superimposed the
features of his sitter upon this fancy background, and the result
invariably gave great pleasure and satisfaction.
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