The sun., 1904-08-21
CHANCE FOR The KINDLY RICH
HELP A FEW POOR ARTISTS WHO
FIND 1T HARD TO WORK.
It's so Dinicult to Find Inspiration for
Real Art When the World Invites 10
Poetic Rest, but With Little Leisure
These Might Become Truly Great.

Real Art When the World Invites 10
Poetic Rest, but With = Little Leisure
These Might Become Truly Great.
.soyaking of charity and fresh air funds
re, larked the woman, Il think 1t is about
time for some rich patrons Of high art to
start a mite box for the benefit OF artists
and writer's who find it SO difficult to get
to their work.
1For example, l went one day to the
studio Of New York artist who Is some
what famous for his peculiar sketches OF
airily clad girls reclining casually on clouds.
Before the window was his drawing table.
On it was square OF white paper. On the
square OF white paper was what looked like
the beginning of something or other, you
couldn't tell what.
What ia it?' I asked.
~He shrugged his shoulders. They al
ways do when they are just back from
Paris.
"A smudge,' he explained. Then he
added: L don't feel like work to-day What
can one do when one doesn't feel like workp'
Il went back a month later and the
smudge was still there. Not one inch had
it progressed. In the meantime, the rent
must have been due, mustn't 1t? And the
angry gas bill, and the washerwoman
must have rudely thrust herself into the
atmosphere, grossly demanded what she
considered her rights? Really, 1t is pitiful
in this land OF the rich.
at came about that visited the studio
OF another artist. He rested before his
easel, slowly smok ing cigarette.
"'Cfong to work?' asked.
"He waved weary hand in the direction
of tho window
How can 1 workT he questioned, on
such a day?'
Il looked out OF the window. 1t was
raining steadily in gentle. disconsolate
drizzles, the raindrops dripping dirgeike
down the water spout. landing with a
dreary dull and dismal pat, pat somewhere
beneath.
4Then there Is writer l know. Never
in my life have I seen 1t so difficult for any
human being to get to work. Her very
nature resists the idea. She gets up slowly
of a morning, wondering what the day will
bring forth If 1t brings check, she smiles
and takes it easy for that day, since her
bread is provided. She even sends out
little invitation to a friend to celebrate by
lunching with her in her studio:
IF on the contrary 1t offers few rejected
things, she tosses them in the waste basket
herself and becomes despondent.
- must go to work, she says, and then
proceeds not to.
@She makes her own little breakfast OF
rolls and coffee In her studio, for the con-
tact with the outer world 30 early in the
morning aff1icts her, robe her OF whatever
beautiful thoughts might otherwise loiter
her way. Then she reads the paper little
while for new ideas, then doesn't use them.
Then there Is her guitar which she plunks
at for space, to get herself in tune FOR the
day.
.aBut SO much depends on the day. If 1t
IL gray, New York is never 30 beautiful to
her as on gray day. The view from her
seventh story window is ravishirg. Full
Of exquisite grays and blues and pinks,
OF misty oupolas and spires and minarets
OF duh soft reds, duiler and softer for the
temporary absence OF the sun, and the
drab overalls Of the worlSmen tearing down
old houses or putting up new ones on a level
with her window. blending SO omarvellously.
A wonder world
"She Is sure ifsonly some one would pay
her rent she could turn all that into poetry.
And say II ever a woman writer needed a
patron Of fine arts to start mite box for
her while she gets TO work, this woman
needs ONE