John W. Alexander, an American, possesses an enviable skill and
certainty. He is master of the means of expression belonging to his
art, and has a trustworthy feeling for the harmony of those light,
subdued colours called in Fiance “Liberty” shades, after the name of
an American tradesman in the Avenue de l’Opéra who first brought into
vogue clothing, furniture, and wall stuffs in such peculiarly anæmic
and almost chlorotic colours. With his dexterous draughtsmanship and
charming harmony of cool, diluted blue, soft green, faint pale yellow
and delicate rose, he might possibly have pleased connoisseurs, but
could hardly have attained world-wide fame. He, therefore, hit upon
painting women’s portraits in amazing positions. He was the inventor
of acrobatics in portraiture. His women lie about, in orgiastic
contortions, on the ground or on sofas, with their legs up and heads
hanging over the edge, or with forms twisted twice round, like a screw,
or curled round like a sleeping dog, astonishing the inoffensive
spectator, and suggesting to him of corrupt imagination certain
lustful ideas. The means were effectual. Alexander became a first-class
firm, and the _crétins_ of criticism did not fail to praise his special
knowledge of, and feeling for, the “modern women of high-strung
nerves and Satanic caprices.” Now Alexander seems to find that he has
acquired sufficient fame, and is abandoning his follies. Among his
later pictures there very rarely occurs one of which the model betrays
his earlier leaning to gymnastics. The ladies he now paints are quite
decent in their attitudes, and only, perhaps, a serpentine movement in
their long, flowing garments reminds us still of the old gutta-percha
or snakelike contortions of his bodies. Alexander has slipped through
the fingers of his modernistic critics. Whilst they still keep on
raving about his “modern women with high-strung nerves and Satanic
caprices,” he is painting prosperously, peacefully, and intelligently,
and can now be recommended to the most respectable _bourgeois_ families
to immortalise their matrons.
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