The History of Modern Painting, Volume 3 (of 4): Revised edition continued by the author to the end of the XIX centuryMuther, Richard
History
The History of Modern Painting, Volume 3 (of 4): Revised edition continued by the author to the end of the XIX century
Muther, Richard
Painting -- History
France is a great city, and the name of this city is Paris. Here, and
not in the provinces, lives that fashionable, thinking world which has
become the guide of the nation and the censor of beauty, by the
refinement of its taste and its preeminent intellect. The ideas which
fly throughout the land upon invisible wires are born in Paris.
Painting, likewise, receives them at first hand. It stands amid the
seething whirlpool of the age, the heart's-blood of the present streams
through all its veins, and there is nothing human that is alien to it,
neither the filth nor the splendour of life, its laughter nor its
misery. All the nerves of the great city are vibrating in it. Paris has
made her people refined and, at the same time, insatiate in enjoyment.
Every day they have need of new impressions and new theories to ward off
tedium. And thus is explained the universally comprehensive sphere of
subject in French painting, and its feverish versatility in technique.
But London has, in no sense, the importance for England which Paris has
for France. It is a centre of attraction for business; but the more
refined classes of society live in the country. As soon as one is off in
the Dover express country houses fly past on either side of the train.
They are all over England--upon the shores of the lakes, upon the strand
of the sea, upon the tops of the hills. And how pleasant they are, how
well appointed, how delightful to look at, with their gabled roofs and
their gleaming brickwork overgrown with ivy! Around them stretches a
fresh lawn which is rolled every morning, as soft as velvet. Fat oxen,
and sheep as white as if they had been just washed, lie upon the grass.
Thus all rustic England is like a great summer resort, where there is
heard no sound of the ringing and throbbing strokes of life. Nor is
painting allowed to disturb this idyllic harmony. No one wishes that
anything should remind him of the prose of life when his work is done
and the town has vanished. Schiller's assertion, "Life is earnest,
blithe is art," is here the first law of æesthetics.
[Illustration: _Mag. of Art._ LORD LEIGHTON, P.R.A.]
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