§ 4. Let us take one or two instances in order clearly to explain our
meaning. art oil paintings online
The life of Angelico was almost entirely spent in the endeavor to imagine the
beings belonging to another world. By purity of life, habitual elevation of
thought, and natural sweetness of disposition, he was enabled to express the
sacred affections upon the human countenance as no one ever did before or since.
In order to effect clearer distinction between heavenly beings and those of this
world, he represents the former as clothed in draperies of the purest color,
crowned with glories of burnished gold, and entirely shadowless. With exquisite
choice of gesture, and disposition of folds of drapery, this mode of treatment
gives perhaps the best idea of spiritual beings which the human mind is capable
of forming. It is, therefore, a true ideal;but the mode in which it is arrived at (being so far mechanical and
contradictory of the appearances of nature) necessarily precludes those who
practise it from being complete masters of their art. It is always childish, but
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§ 5. The works of our own Stothard are examples of the operation of another
mind, singular in gentleness and purity, upon mere worldly subject. It seems as
if Stothard could not conceive wickedness, coarseness, or baseness; every
one of his figures looks as if it had been copied from some creature who had
never harbored an unkind thought, or permitted itself in an ignoble action. With
this immense love of mental purity is joined, in Stothard, a love of mere
physical smoothness and softness, so that he lived in a universe of soft grass
and stainless fountains, tender trees, and stones at which no foot could
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All this is very beautiful, and may sometimes urge us to an endeavor to make
the world itself more like the conception of the painter. At least, in the midst
of its malice, misery, and baseness, it is often a relief to glance at the
graceful shadows, and take, for momentary companionship, creatures full only of
love, gladness, and honor. But the perfect truth will at last vindicate itself
against the partial truth; the help which we can gain from the unsubstantial
vision will be only like that which we may sometimes receive, in weariness, from
the scent of a flower or the passing of a breeze. For all firm aid and steady
use, we must look to harder realities; and,art oil paintings, as far as the painter himself is
regarded, we can only receive such work as the sign of an amiable imbecility. It
is indeed ideal; but ideal as a fair dream is in the dawn of morning, before the
faculties are astir. The apparent completeness of grace can never be attained
without much definite falsification as well as omission; stones, over which we
cannot stumble, must be ill-drawn stones; trees, which are all gentleness and
softness, cannot be trees of wood; nor companies without evil in them, companies
of flesh and blood. The habit of falsification (with whatever aim) begins always
in dulness and ends always in incapacity; nothing can be more pitiable than any
endeavor by Stothard to express facts beyond his own sphere of soft pathos or
graceful mirth, and nothing more unwise than the aim at a similar ideality by
any painter who has power to render a sincerer truth. paintings for sale
§ 6. I remember another interesting example of ideality on this same root,
but belonging to another branch of it, in the works of a young German painter,
which I saw some time ago in a London drawingroom. He had been travelling in
Italy, and had brought home a portfolio of sketches remarkable alike for their fidelity and
purity. Every one was a laborious and accurate study of some particular spot.
Every cottage, every cliff, every tree, at the site chosen, had been drawn; and
drawn with palpable sincerity of portraiture, and yet in such a spirit that it
was impossible to conceive that any sin or misery had ever entered into one of
the scenes he had represented; and the volcanic horrors of Radicofani, the
pestilent gloom of the Pontines, and the boundless despondency of the Campagna
became under his hand, only various appearances of Paradise. art oil paintings for sale
It was very interesting to observe the minute emendations or omissions by
which this was effected. To set the tiles the slightest degree more in order
upon a cottage roof; to insist upon the vine-leaves at the window, and let the
shadow which fell from them naturally conceal the rent in the wall; to draw all
the flowers in the foreground, and miss the weeds; to draw all the folds of the
white clouds, and miss those of the black ones; to mark the graceful branches of
the trees, and, in one way or another, beguile the eye from those which were
ungainly; to give every peasant-girl whose face was visible the expression of an
angel, and every one whose back was turned the bearing of a princess; finally,
to give a general look of light, clear organization, and serene vitality to
every feature in the landscape;—such were his artifices,wholesale oil paintings, and such his delights.
It was impossible not to sympathize deeply with the spirit of such a painter;
and it was just cause for gratitude to be permitted to travel, as it were,
through Italy with such a friend. But his work had, nevertheless, its stern
limitations and marks of everlasting inferiority. Always soothing and pathetic,
it could never be sublime, never perfectly nor entrancingly beautiful; for the
narrow spirit of correction could not cast itself fully into any scene; the calm
cheerfulness which shrank from the shadow of the cypress, and the distortion of
the olive, could not enter into the brightness of the sky that they pierced, nor
the softness of the bloom that they bore: for every sorrow that his heart turned
from, he lost a consolation; for every fear which he dared not confront, he lost
a portion of his hardiness; the unsceptred sweep of the storm-clouds, the fair
freedom of glancing shower and flickering sunbeam, sank into sweet rectitudes
and decent formalisms; and, before eyes that refused to be dazzled or darkened,
the hours of sunset wreathed their rays un heeded, and the mists of the Apennines spread their
blue veils in vain. flower oil paintings on canvas
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