St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1896-04-12
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the white of an egg over it and let it stand
Twelve hours you will get a brilliant green.
l stole away to coffee and the hennery, and
1 got green.
NOW was equipped. My school friends
received numberless mementos wonder IL
they have them today
believe" says Mrs. Lakey, az can never
d, De thankful enough for the free, open air
lie on horseback my father allowed mo
roaming along the great plains where ont
great nerds of cattle were feeding.
"atcneo and watched the foreground thA
iiiiuu4e Instance the grand perspective. bea
ileVe felt the first dawning desire to naint
cattle then" 'e " palns
Graaualiy Mrs. Lakey felt her dominant
80 80 power quicken in the dark. Her frst
large canvas, Landscape With Cattle ;, he
Tayed instantly "a subtle erasn;no 90 tIs
secret OF bovine character and evnrassi-.
putting her we'll on in the ranks of America
cattle painters" Then followed the -
abroad and their patient exhaustinp and ~,
hauStlve study. 1t was in her studio in Sur
ley Eng.-nay, 1t was in the meadows Of
England's best Chat idyl of the "open,,l tbo1
the two great pictures were naintnd .sThs
fdght or Way and Leader and How'd ), -
HlDlCeo at Couples in New Bond street Lon.
uoh Ihey have wrung frem chary and CAM
tlous critics wide and open praise and adieo-
yves two hands high. 1.-THE Right of Wav,,
20 oi0 canvas Sxl4 feet. 1t depicts a
proud, big creature, a bull of fine rare Mill,
the herd coming on through a cool meade;
land. He has the fright of wav." If voI,
are Wlse' you will not contest it with him
after one glance at his eve.
nave hao the pleasure of private view
OF ner pictures now in New York citv. "Tnss
IN Bloom is a canvas lexis inches onlv but
- orowueu with the whole of May mornx
ing tnat eyanescent moment COMING INA
once, that tender, pathetic blossom time +bo+
almost before you can breathe is Yesterday
Ihis woman paints with such an out of doorsi
Inc breeze is across her work. You Mimi
III her sun. You stand with wide opened eveg
=, sCartied JOY and queer working in voun
throat IN her meadows mad with NAV irgt
IN bloom! young heller is crossing a noo1
one Is waiting moment as if listening-thess
uear, dumb simple creatures are nearer ~
NATURES great heart than our comnlex br-
Misunderstanding to the creak of the uttIa
ooor that lets the little blossoms out. The am
PIE blossoms are disordered delight of color
eIasseo IN the pool in which the blue Nav
sky finds mirror. my
ms woman, so powerful in her handling
OF animal life, is great landscapist as we'll :
III Alone how she can dip her brushes IN
urealns! 1t is picture of an unfenced
meadow, lonely meadow, with little streams
craving into the night shadows that are
ueepenlhg into the lone expanse. One tree on
80 "a NiA0 POoiS-dlOn6. Inc night will
De down In moment, and 1t will be black
Midnight. The picture is one to which Dau.
plgny might proudly have signed his name.
The Young Mother is a simple canvas
destgnedly so. Youth is frank ingenious.
sincere. There is nothing to hide A vida
meadow; distant fringe Of trees, a June sun
overhead, with bright, scurrying rainclouds-
the young mother will have drop or two on
her head in minute If she doesn't look out
She is lying in the meadow with her first CALI
close to her dear nose. She has Just STONED
licking its ear. There is an anxious littls
look in her head bent forward to listen fof
step. Note how splendidiy the foreshortena
ing is DONE
But 1t is, IN my judgment in the picture
called From Pasture to Pool" that her genius
most fully declares itself, not only in the
values, not only in her knowledge Of the
habits of cattle, not only in the perfect har-
mony between landscape and subject, not only
in the great painting of water and trees which
suggest the work of Corot and Daubigny at
their best, without one idea of servile imita-
ton, but in the atmospheric charm Of the
whole, which could only stream out Of beau
tiful and gifted nature. In this pool are re.
Elected the heavens beyond the mere frame
In this picture is forced to see beyond
the mere brush work. 1t possesses that spirit
ual quality without which art is poor Art is
not photography, describing things as they
are. Art lifts the veil and reads the inner
seer. The man who sees Is the artist, the
is the genius. Lucy Cleveland. /