Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-08-06
WASHINGTON, D. c., Aug. Paint
wv ings by we'll known author are

VXTASHINGTON, d. c., Aug. Paint
wv ings by a we'll known author are
w being exhibited mere The urge to
paint struck Sherwood Anderson, the novel
list, intense day, and forthwith he sent
for paints and brush and went to work to
preserve some of his most colorful thoughts
on paper.
AS a result he dashed off as intriguing a
collection of paintings as anyone could wish
to moon over We say intriguing guardedly.
The thoughtful observer hesitates to pro-
Enounce cubist, semi-cubist, and post-impres-
sionst art beautiful, funny, hideous. 1t
is even risky to speak of it in the pat Ian
guage of the critics as vigorous, sympathetic,
cold or brilliant But intriguing, the Ultra
modern art undeniably is.
After half an hour in company with Fam
lily Pride, ga Tired Sea- Goods Flyswat-
ter and the rest of the collection a person
may feel ment lily perturbed, but one signifi-
cant fact is clear enough-namely, that
Lubism did not die-as many people suppose
when the nude descended the staircase and
passed on. Rather art uncontrolled is still
persistently holding it's own against gig
Cling world.
The Anderson collection, consisting Of
about 20 paintings, hangs for the present in
the Wayfarer's Book Shop. The pictures
are small about Is inches by ~, and framed
simply in narrow wooden frames. They are
hung in small groups, at convenient level,
so that a buyer of books can sit on a bench
and bask in art while waiting or his change.
His impressions, if he is uninitiated into the
aims and emotions of cubiJm, are apt to be
something like those of couple bent on
getting some sense out of the pictures.
CO. Tired Sea'-huh, it does look sort of
tired with the waves done in those dull blue
| and yellow streaks and falling around on top
of each other. Wonder why the whale in
the corner is sitting on his pine. He must
be tired too
"'Painters Pegassus'-this is one of those
cubist things He's got something that would
pass for a gray fis' with his mouth open in
this. too. But l suppose it's not that at all.
Maybe an X-ray picture Of an emotion. See
the way the colors are put on in folds like
a twisted scarf-green, yellow, pinkish red
and all tinged with gray. Wonder if that's
any clue?
can American City'-now that's rather
attractive. w seen rows of buildings like
that, grimed with smoke and with the sky
just that smoky blue color.
1.-The Queen Walks by the Sea'-Well,
this wins The hand-carved pincushion. jagged
streaks of blue and brown-and orange, and
turquoise and pale yellow; and two things
that might be leaves if leaves were blue, on
one side. If there's a sea in that orange
ment of paint its completely disguised.
Come on"
Thus the world that likes pretty pictures
dismisses the subjective art.
An Adept With Words
Sherwood Ande;son's paintings are inter
esting because whether he can paint or not,
the critics some time ago agreed That ne can
write. And when a man analyses human ma
| ture as expertIy, and writes of it as wildly
as Anderson does, it is certain that no vacan,
mind is back of the weird stTeaks and blobs
| of color.
Whether he has achieved real art, however,
is another matter. 1t is unlikely that the
painter himself is concerned with this mo-
mentous question. He regards his pictures
as adventures in form and color 1t has
given him pleasure to produce them because
/ spontaneous self-eXpression is always a de-
light. When the impulse to create comes, he
thinks it should be gratified Even if the
result is not art, there is reason why
| man should not paint, dance, or write poetr:-
for the pleasure of expressing himself.
The novelist has at least one CONVEX. to
his theory. His wife, a musician, had, we
are told, always regarded the arts as formid-
able. But convinced by her husbands argu-
ments and by his interest in his new form
of self-eXpression, Mrs. Anderson has taken
up modelling as pastime.