The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-03-22
~ LUCY D. JEROME.

ing. It has landscapes and por-
= traits Of beautiful women on its
walls. rows Of books here and
there. a rare jar or bowl or statuette at
intervals, period chairs and the inevi-
table grand piano. 1t looks like
the place OF a man who lkes to work
among good things. And it's the studio
Of Penrhyn Stanlaws. artist.
found Mr.. Stanlaws just ready to
begin work. / could tell this by his
side glance at the clock when l was an
nounced. So I asked the obvious ques-
ton. and he smiled as he replied:
Am I hard worker? Seven days of
the week. from 10 to 4. And nothing
interferes."
liked the snap of his jaw AS he said
this. He looks like a person who would
keep his word. Aside from this could
hardly realize that the man with the
muscles of a football player and strong,
determined features was the originator
Of the dainty little sketches l had seen
over his signature. They are mere out
lines, but they are a revelation of char
-acter. But to think Of them in
connection with Mr.. Stanlaws suggests
CULVER playing with the Lilliputians.
II know II sounds like a detective"
said. but why don't you paint under
your own name?'
That's simple. I have two brothers,
both painters, and II We all signed the
same name it might create mixup.
Ny real name is Adamson. YOU know"
Then i took a glance about the big
studio. 1t is in Sixty-scventh street, in
one of the tall studio buildings. where
you have plenty Of roof and wall space.
Along one side runs a small gallery
hung with curtains, reminding one Of
Juliet's balcony, and just underneath
was the grand piano-,loscd. Close by
stood an easel. and on this was an I'M
finished portrait OF a young girl.
In spite OF the luxurious and pic
turesque air OF the studio it also looked
like a place to work in. The space
around the easel was stripped and work
manlike. Doors leading from the
studio made me suspect the existence OF
. dining room and bedroom and kitchen
cite. on the principle that most OF the
painting fraternity prefer to occnpy
epdi tIiients, usih6 tHe uiost u'siid'ic
room for studios. But Mr.. Stanlaws
wanted to get to work, and SO l de-
parted.
The next studio was tiny and Oriental
and enchanting. 1t has lots Of old
Chinese brocades. Egyptian bronzes. old
copper and china. Turkish mirrors and
embroideries. dark red velvet curtains
and rugs, small armory Of medieval
nd .nllarf inn IF al, iacta nt
art from every part of the world. And
Will Il. Barnes, designer of costumes
for society and the stage, standing neal
an immense bronze bowl supported by
bronze heads of women and cunningls
filed with a mass Of glowing autumn
leaves to harmonize with the genera
color scheme. looked quite as If he be-
longed. Which Is saying a good deal.
The Barnes studio is openly an apart
ment studio. 1t has one long room
whose ends face north and south, a tin!
bedroom and an equally tiny kitchen
In the studio proper is romance il
tself. Everything on the walls and on
the old mahogany tables has a history
for Mr.. Barnes is a great traveller an'
has picked up interesting things in thu
four corners of the earth.
There are bookcases filled with rar,
works, paintings signed by famous
names, original sketches, both of tn,
owner OF the studio and others Of thu
craft; piles Of color prints, big ease
and-the grand piano. Also there is TIT
mascot of the studio-a big furry cat
the idol Of her master which jumped III
on the sacred table devoted to his work
ing moments the day ] was there an,
went placidly to sleep with her hea,
sunk between her paws. And while sh,
slept Mr.. Barnes and l strollcd through
the rooms with their atmosphere Of ar
and work and talked Of many things
"Ive designed costumes for twent,
years." he said, land hundreds of then
were for Broadway shows. Here's one
he picked up a sketch and held it out
DO you remember this one? and this
This came out in a show at the F'olies
I'm working now on designs for tn
Russian costumes for tho big Russia
charity ball. This Is for Mrs. -
and this for her daughter. II youv
ever seen them you can tell how cffcc
tive this design will be-"
Then we wandered out into the l!ttl
kitchen and Mr.. Barnes showed me
new panel In the wooden door.
II won't out on an errand downstairs
he said, grinning broadly at the remcn
brance. land forgot my overcoat. NJ
latchkey was In the pocket, no when
came back there was nothing to do IN
break this panel and nut nv ha n