Recollections and impressions of James A. McNeill WhistlerEddy, Arthur Jerome
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Recollections and impressions of James A. McNeill Whistler
Eddy, Arthur Jerome
Painters -- United States -- 19th century -- Biography; Whistler, James McNeill, 1834-1903
“All truths of color sink at once into the second rank. He,
therefore, who has neglected a truth of form for a truth of color
has neglected a great truth for a less one.
“That color is indeed a most unimportant characteristic of objects
will be farther evident on the slightest consideration. The color
of plants is constantly changing with the season, and of everything
with the quality of light falling on it; but the nature and essence
of the thing are independent of these changes. An oak is an oak,
whether green with spring or red with winter; a dahlia is a dahlia,
whether it be yellow or crimson; and if some monster-hunting
botanist should ever frighten the flower blue, still it will be a
dahlia; but let one curve of the petals, one groove of the stamens,
be wanting, and the flower ceases to be the same.”[38]
“The most convincing proof of the unimportance of color lies in the
accurate observation of the way in which any material object
impresses itself on the mind. If we look at nature carefully we
shall find that her colors are in a state of perpetual confusion
and indistinctness, while her forms, as told by light and shade,
are invariably clear, distinct, and speaking. The stones and gravel
of the bank catch green reflections from the boughs above; the
bushes receive grays and yellows from the ground; every hairbreadth
of polished surface gives a little bit of the blue sky or the gold
of the sun, like a star upon the local color; this local color,
changeful and uncertain in itself, is again disguised and modified
by the hue of the light or quenched in the gray of the shadow; and
the confusion and blending of tint is altogether so great that
were we left to find out what objects were by their colors only, we
would scarcely in places distinguish the boughs of a tree from the
air beyond them or the ground beneath them.”
“We shall see hereafter, in considering ideas of beauty, that
color, even as a source of pleasure, is feeble compared to form.
But this we cannot insist upon at present,--we have only to do with
simple truth; and the observations we have made are sufficient to
prove that the artist who sacrifices or forgets a truth of form in
the pursuit of a truth of color sacrifices what is definite to what
is uncertain and what is essential to what is accidental.”[39]
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