If Whistler, to mention an artist representative of some newer
movements than those of the eighteenth century, had been on the
Pont-Neuf, from what a different source would have come any _coup de
lumière_ which might have flashed into his brain! Not during high
noon, nor in the gossip of the people, would he have found the motive
for his paintings. His _coup de lumière_ would have come "when the
evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and
the buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys
become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and
the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairyland is before us--then
the wayfarer hastens home; and the working man and the cultured one,
the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they
have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune,
sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her
master--her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows
her."
Whistler's eyes would have been directed towards the beauties of
colour and of tone that he might find on the river or on its banks;
and the Isle de France, as it is seen by the tired journalist as he
makes his way to the Latin Quarter at dawn of day, with its tender
grays, and its evasive charms of exquisite light and colour, would be
of more account to him than {35} all the conversations in the world,
however vehement they might be. The idea of preaching or moralizing
on canvas would never have entered his head for a moment.
When Greuze, in harmony with the raw notions of Diderot upon art, did
preach, his homilies were singularly unimpressive. The pictures
which he painted when in this sermonizing vein have all the elements
that go to the making of what is now called melodrama. The scenes
are not the result of a discriminating observation of real life; are
not, to use Zola's phrase, "Nature seen through a temperament." They
are founded upon conventions, upon the artificial and sentimental
ideas of life that have by some curious freak of the human mind
established themselves in books and plays and pictures.
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