Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-21

Mr.. Walter Paris spent the summer on
the coast of Maine, at Haven, where there
is quite a colony of well-known Washing
tonians; at Parker's Point, where for time
he was the guest of Mr.. Kneisel, and at
Blue Hill, quaint little village set at the
foot of a rocky height. The climatic con-
ditions were peculiarly favorable for out
door work; the scenery uncommonly paint
able, and as result Mr. Paris has brought
back with him a collection of fifty or more
water colors which amply testify to a we'll
spent vacation. They are all careful studies
OF the special localities in which they were
painted and collectively give the observer
a pleasant feeling of familiarity with that
portion of the northern coast More graphic
than the majority of modern pictures they
set FORTH their facts with the utmost real
ism and with unfafling fidelity. No detail
Is so small that II does not signify: no
truth so commonplace that it has been
overlooked. To the painter the world as he
saw 1t was exceedingly tangible and his
effort was not to interpret. but to accurately
tranScribe the scene which at the moment
lay before him. One of the most pleasing
OF these transcriptions is a picture Of the
weather-worn wharf houses Of sardine
factory near Haven. The sky is yelled by
vaporous Clouds the water gray and silent
while in between, marking the boundary OF
the harbor. the rocky headlands lie almost
obliterated by the mist The coloring is ex-
tremely pleasing, low-toned and harmo-
NOUS; the lines clear-cut and yet distinctly
appealing. The composition is good. the
background agreeably distant There is at
mosphere and feeling in the picture and
over, or through, Its liberalism some Of the
suggested quiet and bgness of the world
has crept In. Another sets forth with
amazing Veracity a spectacular sunset seen
over the land and across the water 1t ia
a gorgeous effect of glowing color-such
one as Turner would have delighted to have
pictured. The sky is flecked with little
clouds, and each of these has been turned
into blazing jewel. In definite contrast
lie the water and the land. one rejecting
back the myriad tints, the other gray and
unresponsive In the holows the mist is
rising, and over the woods twilight hovers
1t Is a gigantic theme, before which the
majority would wisely acknowledge defeat.
but Mr.. Paris has transcribed II with more
than tolerable success. Among his other
works are pleasing rainy-day picture, a
charming little sailboat drifting leisurely
seward in the brightest of sun light some
studies in the birch woods, a group Of In
land pictures, giimpseS of the >cottagerS'
homes. and studies of number of the old
permanent residences. Some are undoubt-
edly more attractive than others, but all
are characteristic and individual.
Mr.. Lucien Powell reopened this week
his studio in the Lehman building, and has
started in on his fall work For the
greater part of the summer he was In Clarke
county, Va, on the western slope of the
Blue Ridge mountains, which is at the
same time a most picturesque and UNI
| paintable country. The constant rains
kept the landscape very green, and to
eyes accustomed to the splendors Of Ven-
| Ice and the imposing grandeur Of the
| Rockies 1t appeared probably very tame.
| But 1t was restful and invigorating, and,
| besides renewed strength and energy Mr.
Powell brought back with him quite a
number of suggestive little sketches
| notes which he will likely later work out
| into thoughtful canvases.