The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1910-06-26

his CANVASS, Tor my yeAfa, Anu m
further away than ever Our frtond
interrupted this Rhapsody.
Look here. Arms. you nan wtm q
name out Of Jules verne romance. don't
you think you are playing on your vial
tors nerves just 10 sOe them on edge
With oEpeOtaACyi I've hsArd this choral
sOrvios Cor the Qualification Of Titan
more than once. and I've inevitably no.
tlced that you had q trump Of your own
up your sleeve You love Titan; we'll
admit &c: you don't paint hks him. your
color schems Il somSthihg else. NaRd what
you are after you only know yourself.
Comet Trot out your Phantom ship.
or The Cascade Of Cold. or. better atill.
that landscape with . river hank and
shsphsrdu. The other Gravely bowed.
Then he manipulated the light, placed
big easel In proper position. fumbled
among the cAnvasel that made the room
smaller. secured one and placed Il on the
easel. We drew . long breath 'Wag-
ner. not Maryatt, was the inspiration.
murmured the master.
Tho tormented vessel stormed down
the canvas, every inch o. aAil bellying
out In . wind that blew q gale internal
beneath the rays. % Il seemed 10 NJ.
Of q poisoned golden noon The water
was massive and rhythmic. In the first
place a smaller ship doea not even at
tempt 70 tack. You anticipate the smash
ing and cracking when the Dutchman
rides over her; but Il never happens.
Like the mOonshins the phantom ship
may melt into air bubbles before IL reaches
the other boat No figures are shown,
neverthelsns as We studied the picture
We diacsrned the restless soul Of Van
der Decksn pacing bis quNrterdeck.
cursinE the elements or longing for some
far away Santa. A poetic composition
handled with the svasiveness Of q master.
the color was the stranSsst part Of Il.
Where had Anne learned the secret Of
that flowing gold. potable gold; gold
that blaBed threateningly in the storm
wrack. gold that was a. lyric a. spring
sunshine2 And why sinister gold In q
moOnlit saal We suspected illusion.
My friend the painter laughed. 'Ahal
You're looking for the sun, and is Il only
a moon overhead Our OonjuTWr here
knows few tricks. Know then. credulous
one, that the moon yonder Ia really the
sun. Seek tho reason for that sufiused
hack aky. realize that the solar photo
shhere in a mist 10 precisely the breeder
Of ali this magic gold you 30 envy YES.
We exclaimed, but the grip. the motion
Of II all. Only Turner We were inter-
rupted By a friendly slap on the back.
'NOy you're talking sense. said our
friend. Turner. a new Turner. who has
heard the music 81 Wagner and read
HAwthoFnes magic prose-
What followed we shall not pretend
TO deacribe. Landscapes Of old ivory and
pearly gTays; portraits in which varnish
and modulated colors Of a Eamut Of IN
tensity that SCI tingling the eyeballa
played SORES % tonAl variations In the
midst Of which the theme was Lost. was
limited AZ, emerged triumphantly and
at the end vanished in the glorious ara
besque: then followed apOcalyptio visions
in which the solid earth staggered through
theempyrean after black sun. a magnetic
disk doomed by a voice that cried 1T i
accomplished PastOrals an raviahing
a. 0iorgione. with nuances Of gold tint
undreamed of since the yellow 1ecks IN
the robes Of Rembrandt. Our very souls
had centred in our eyes; but. uncritical
a. was our mood in the presence Of all
this imaginative art, We could not help
noting that Il was without q single
trait Of the modern. Both in theme and
treatment the pictures might have been
painted IN the Renaissance. The var
niah was e. wondsrful ~ that on the
belly Of Stradivariua fiddle. The blues
were Of that celestial quality TO he found
In Titan. the browns. Whites--ah. such
exquisite whites. Plus blanche que Ia plua
blanche horminel-ths rich blacks. sOnOr.
ous reds and yellOws; what were all thess
but secrets recovered Of the old masters
The subjects were mainly legendary o.
NEUROLOGICAL: no discordant note Of
amOdeEnity" Obtruded ifs ugly self. We
were IN ths presence Of sOmething ~ rare
a. the playing by Chopin Of his owl
music. which Ernest LsgOuv6 said Wa
the rarost sensation he had ever expert
snced.
whatP whyl Howl Ne felt like asking
all at once. but Arns SalEnuascm only
smiled and We Choked our emotion. Why
had he never exhibited IN the Aoadsmyi
Or at a special show3 Our friend saw our
embarrassment and spared ~ by burt
ing out:
aNo. he never exhibited. this obstinate
Arnel He never will. He makes more
money than he needs and will leave II "a
some cat asylum. for he II a hardened
bachelor. Women do not interest him
You won't SEQ one female bead in all thu
amazing collection. Nor has the dear
old Diogsncs suffered from an unfOrtu.
nate love affair His only love Ia paint
His one weakness IL q selfish, a mlserIy
desire 10 keep all this beautiful paint for
himself BalNAc would have deli GIFTED in
the analysis Of such a mania. Dsgas Is
amiability itself compared 10 this cur.
mudgeon II genius Now. don't stop mo
Arne--' But | must, sxpOstulAtsd
Ane 1 am always glad 10 reosivs
visitors hers u they are not dealers o.
persons ignorant Of art or those WhC
think the mOdsEns can paint. Yet no one
comes TO go me- My chattsring friend
here asks them and he IL called a hoaxsr
What shall dOl- PAINT was thu
answer Of our friend a. Ne left
In NsE York. nov A paintar ,Yf aani,,u