Morning journal and courier., 1883-03-01
Art in Springfield.


 Exhibition There.
 To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER
 Our Springfield art gallery is again open for the sixth annual exhibition of pictures from the studios of prominent New York artists. Several of the artists who have con- tribnted this year are unknown to many of our citizens, conspicuous among those being Mrs. Dillon and Miss Dora Wheeler, the suc- cessful competitor in Prang's prize card ex- hibition of last year. Mrs. Dillon's is 8 large canvas well covered in pink, creamy and blush roses, no white or deep red ones, and as we look at them we involuntarily find ourselves trying to inhale their fragrance the loose petals seem ready to fall from some of them, while great buds seem about to open as we stand before them. 'Oh! how lovely '" is the exclamation of the flower lovers of our city as the glowing canvas greets them on the landing Miss Wheeler's Is small canvas in deep, steel-liks frame 8 room in the shadow, the prospect from it's one window giving 8 view of a cold gray sky like that of one of the dreariest November days. A slight, black-robed figure sits be- fore the window with her head bowed over, the very embodiment of 'sGrief'' (the name of the picture). We recall those lines of Mrs. Browning in the 'tRhyme of the Duch- ess May.''
 s.Low she dropped her head and lower
 Till her hair coiled on the floor,
 And tear after tear you heard fall distinct as any
 word
 Which you might be listening for"
 A sad, weird shadow like painting that we shall recall many times, but one that we should not care to look at very often.
 The picture of the exhibition this year. ac cording to most of our critics, is Arthur Parton's Morning" large canvas, which must be looked at from distance to be fully appreciated. country landscape of mead ow, brook, grand old trees in the foreground, cattle with an expectant look in their gray shadows, misty light over clouds and foli age, hush in the air that can be almost felt, 8 look over everything that we can recall of many June morning when all nature seems waiting for the sunrise. This artist has one nock'' (where is Napinock p We go back and look at it many times because it is so restful the trees look as sleepy as the cattle, and the very brook which mirrors the land scape distinctly gives us feeling of drowsi- ness We are wide awake as we try to smell salt water as we turn to characteristic Beach near Marblehead' of M. F. Fl. De Haas. AS we look at the swash of the waves against the low rocks on the beach with their white crests rolling towards the few strag- glers on the beach, we wonder if some of them may not resemble Floyd Ireson, who was
 stTarred and feathered and carried in a cart
 By the women of Marblehead."
 De Haas has another view ''On the Beach," long strip of sandy beach on which the barefoot children are merrily playing. It is dead low water, but line of breakers in the distance breaks the cold gray look of the painting. The low murky clouds seem al- most to rest on the naked spars and masts of 1orcr hr1Io cd 1uiT1 r1Ya1 on a sea weed covered strip of beach.
 It is 8 relief to turn from this to a canvas glowing with light and color, of Smillie, called, ''What Shall my Answer be p The figure of young girl in whose bright dark eyes and rosy cheeks we read the answer to the question which she is asking herself from the open letter in her hand. The greenery about the doorway forms 8 pretty background to the healthy, buxom looking girl, but we fall to wondering how such 8 big girl can stand on two such little feet as the glimpse of red stockings and low black slip pers show to us. Surely the artist never found such feet on one as large as the hand some girl in the rustic doorway. la striking contrast is canvas of Walter Saterlee. A dreary autumn day in whose shadows step ping briskly along is a stout German peasant maiden, bundle of fagots under her arm and pair of wooden sabots on, which re- mind us of young canoes strapped on her feet.
 T. w Wood is fayerise with the art lov- CTS here and he sends this year a chaFming little girl whose face looks ct us from the mirror framed in her gFandmosher's bonnet, whose inside is decorated with gay flowers of all hues. Arthur Quartley is marine paint CT who has many admirers in shis city, and we have from his studio 8 Beach at sYan- voord." A leaden sky over Clark 1eaden waves, the only bit Of 2eelor. crimson streamer floating from Q an2ksd blsek mast which stands up agaaas zaAd othreatsning from gloomy looking, deserted craft. q
 When we see the name of Tat we look for chickens, and we are sure to ind them This year we have 'sPeace Ia iaa<nyard with sheep and chickens, another which would delight some of the members of the Rod and Gun club-''Geod Dog''-the dog coming out of the water with the duck in his mouth, and 'sTreed, " 8 shepherd dog, barking ct saucy looking gray squirrel up in the branches of an old forest tree. Tait's pictures are very pleasant to look upon. s.ziza
 We have two very widely contrasted pic lures from Bierstadt hanging in the gallery, one level landscape, 8 green prairie dotted with cattle, which we should never dream was Bierstadt if the catalogue did not say so- No glowing sunrise or fire like sunset looking like sea of flame. Only a peaceful cattle scene. The other is g Bierstadt, a large canvas in whose shadowy foreground stand three ragged, blasted pine trees Ris- ing up clear to the top of the frame are the dark rocks, so shrouded in fog that ono looks long and steadily before they reveal them selves, and it almost seems as if we could see the fog lift as one after another the rocks