Watts' art was an effort to invest his own age, an age of reason, with
the nobilities engendered in an age of faith. At the time Watts was
at his prime his contemporaries were everywhere losing belief in
the spiritual conceptions of earlier periods; they were analyzing
everything, and were deciding that what was really true in religion,
what gave it nobility, was its ethical teaching; retain that, and
religion might go, illustrating the truth of the Chinese philosopher
who said: "When the spirit is lost, men follow after charity and duty
to one's neighbors." The unity of belief was broken up into diverse
intellectual conceptions. Men talked about love and liberty, patriotism,
duty, charity, and a whole host of abstractions moral and intellectual,
which they had convinced themselves were the essence of religion and
the real cause of its power over man. Whether Watts lost faith like his
contemporaries I do not know, but their spirit infected his art. He set
himself to paint these abstractions; and because we cannot imagine these
abstractions with a form, we feel something fundamentally false in this
side of his art. He who paints a man, an angelic being, or a divine
being, paints something we feel may have life. But it is impossible
to imagine Time with a body as it is to imagine a painting embodying
Newton's law of gravitation. It is because such abstractions do not
readily take shape that Watts drew so much on the imaginative tradition
of his predecessors. Where these pictures are impressive is where the
artist slipped by his conscious aim, and laid hold of the nobility
peculiar to the men and women he used as symbols. It is not Time
or Death which awes us in Watts' picture, but majestical images of
humanity; and Watts is at his greatest as an inventor when humanity
itself most occupies him when he depicts human life only, and lets
it suggest its own natural infinity, as in those images of the lovers
drifting through the Inferno, with whom every passion is burnt out and
exhausted but the love through which they fell.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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