Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1886-07-10
ONE PAINTERS HOME.
THE LEADER OF THE impress
sloNlsTs IN HIS STUDIO.

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NEW YoRK, July 5.-Artis s. studios have
countries. They are supposed to be the
headquarters for Cupid, tho MUSES. and the
talented. They are invested with the
glamour of the ideal, tho charm of tho I'M
conventional. Very tften, however, they
who write about them know them only in
Imagination. This uccounts for their splen.
doris, in a measure. Imagination knows no
limitations, financial or otherwise. 1t has
the universe to draw from; why, then, need
it build e~conomicallyi
Artists studios are oftener bleak than gor.
geous. ! have seen them SO bare of every
thing save the artist and his works that a
visitor felt a sense of isolation from life and
comfort. A cheap. perhaps broken, chair
and an old easel constitute the furniture
oftener than not. Art and art only is lying
around in plentiful quantities in these
Hhaunts of genius" or "lens of despair as
they sometimes prove to be. Queer people,
often, are these artists. Men and women,
rich and poor, hoping AMI despairing, toll
Ing and winning, striving and losing, they
ciin b tall stairs, paint in bleak rooms in the
winter, and in the summer steal off to lonely
hooks in search. OF rural subjects. They
know how TO sit in a eaitn of poverty and
say. bohemia, thy grapes are sweet
Some are rich, did | saY2 Yes; for if You
make yourself the fashion rs an artist, you
can splash il canvas with paint in half an
hour, call it so nethin. fine and sell it for
thousand
First anon ; the studios that would grace
a novel hy reason of their elegance, is that
of WI ram NJ Chase. Other artists will
tell You n,t he is tho leader of the impress.
sionisis 'te VIII tell you that he is no such
thing. He IL he founder of his own school,
and follows nobody, though he adores the
em1nen intfessionis's His pictures
bring ~al8t1ous prices His studio is a dream
OF beau; perfect mussum of art'treas-
urcs and nrtis ic oddities 1t is a chapter
from on . 0idas' novels materialized. 1t
is oca sel II The big building called aThe
Stud o" D, West Tenth street near Sixth
%avctt'e. Contrary to all tradition which
IDEAS NIL artists morkrooms it is on the
groun fiooss md is one of the sights of New
York 9ae 81 the things you will never
lorget. NC immense rooms, whose ceilings
are 50 III IA 1t hurts your neck to look at
then, are tlv del, by many a rare device,
INTO o&si little compartments, by tents,
POI there's, ,irareries, galleries and screens.
The ttoor has a knocker of old time
brand. instead of a bell. In response to its
reverlelat ons a tall A~byssinian in full dress
gray ~ admits You, on Thursday afternoon
only. unless by special appointment. As
the door opens delicate music pervades the
air. 1t seems to come from some invisible
place. 1T Is a dulcet vibration of delicate
wares. After you recover from the little,
dash of establishment which this fairy like
greeting produces, you discover a quaint and
curiods either hanging on the door, and.
played upon by three little hammers which
the slightest motion of the door operates.
This prepares one for the unusual, and the
unusual in large quantities is in plain sight.