Whether you prefer one or the other, or neither, is a matter for you to
decide. You pay your money or you don't, and you can take your choice. The
future only can tell the story of the revolution of the wheel. In the next
decade a single Meissonier may be worth its weight in sheet gold and layers of
Sorollas may be stored in attics awaiting some fortunate auction. oil painting online
What will ensue, the art world over, before the wheel travels its full
periphery, no man knows. It will not be the hysteria of paint, I feel assured,
with its dabbers, spotters, and smearers; nor will it be the litters of the
cub-ists, that new breed of artistic pups, sponsors for "The girl coming
down-stairs," or "The stairs coming down the girl," or "The coming girl and the
down-stairs," it makes no difference which, all are equally incoherent and
unintelligible; but it will be something which, at least, will boast the element
of beauty which is the one and only excuse for art's existence. I may not live
to see Meissonier's second dawn and I never want to see Sorolla's eclipse, but
you may. You have only to remember Turner's second high noon to be assured of
it. oil paintings for sale
And just here it might be well to consider this question of technic,
especially its value in obtaining the results desired. While it has nothing to do with
either selection, composition, or mass, it has, I claim, much to do with the way
a painter expresses himself—his tone of voice, his handwriting, his gestures in
talking, so to speak—and therefore becomes an integral part of my discourse. It
may also be of service in the striking of a note of compromise, some middle
ground upon which the extremes may one day meet. large oil paintings for sale
To make my point the clearer, let me recall an exhibition in New York, held
some years ago, when the bonnets were five deep trying to get a glimpse of a
picture of half a dozen red prelates who were listening to a missionary's story.
Many of these devotees went into raptures over the brass nails in the sofa, and
were only disappointed when they could not read the monogram on the bishop's
ring. Later on, a highly cultivated and intelligent American citizen was so
entranced that he bought the missionary, story and all, for the price of a
brown-stone front, and carried him away that he might enjoy him
forever. large oil paintings on canvas
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