The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-04-02
(By Miss Bertha r. Palmer)

through the Art Exhibit presented
by the Arts and Letters club. These
pictures bring us. messages, direct
from the hands and minds and souls
Of living American artists, that
God has given US in His out-of-
doors signs Of Himself, His power
and His wonder, that he who runs
! may read.
Robert Browning told US years
ago that
I'VE are made SO that we love
First when we see them paint
ed, things we have passed
Perhaps hundred times nor
| cared to sec."
Who will not see more color in
rolling clouds after seeing Ellis
worth Young's painting of them, or
real color in the atmosphere after
standing before Crigware's 1.-THE
Boathouse," Tapping's Indiana
Hillside" Jensen's winter Morn
ing" and "1n Ole Virginia, and
Kraft's I'm The Ozarks" and "From
Horseshoe Mount?
Grigware's "Moon Shadows.
Hudson's Afternoon Sunlight" and
Topping's "Old Willows" make one
realize, when he sees them painted,
that there is beauty in the most
ordinary things, such as fences,
weeds, shadows, bright sunlight,
and almost naked willow trees.
But in addition to showing US
beauty, "a picture is "a window,
through it we look beyond it, down
long vistas Of thought" A tech
nical understanding of pictures, of
how the artist works and makes his
effects, is not necessary, although
it adds to an enjoyment of pictures,
but an imagination and something
to think about are very necessary.
To stand before an Ole Virginia"
and look down on the quiet peace
full cottage, under the trees, and
then lift the eyes to the color and
the distance Of the wooded noun
tain side. to breathe deep and feel
the. earth under ones feet as in
imagination one follows the trail
that is no one knows how Old.
Then to return to the house and
discover that certain daubs Of paint
are chickens and pigs waiting for
what chickens and pigs are always
waiting for.
Jensen's "Along the Shore" and
Spelman's "Colored Rocks" bring
the sound of breaking waves far,
liar inland. The rolling waves.
bring, too, the smell of water and
the fell of the cool breeze, and of
one has had unpleasant experiences
on the water, other memories arise.
The rocks are hard, heavy rocks
and the rolling waves, viewed
through half CLOSED eyes, really roll.
It is given to only few to create
pictures, but all may enjoy them
and the enjoyment depends quite
largely upon what one brings to the
picture, what one has seen, what
one has read and felt and lived.
! Topping's Indiana Hillside" and
Kraft's "From Horseshoe Mound"
might be places in'the western part
Of our own state when the day is
gray or the shadows lengthen.
Kraft's "Ed"e Of the Field.
Spelman's Trout POOL, and
lYoung's "Along the River" breathe
| contentment and peace and day
dreams; while Young's Thru the
Birches" holds out the lure of what
is just out of sight. Kraft's "Bess
and Jess, and "Interlude" recall
times and experiences not so COM
mon in these days of graded roads
and automobiles.
Weyburn's "From A Garden"
makes us glad that "God did not
make this world without flower,
and Kerr's painting is fine exam
pie Of still life.
But the one that holds romance
for me is Grigware's "New England
Village, with the solid bridge and
the ever-flowing stream with all
the mysteries Of shadows and un-
certainty. Not a bit of life in evil
dence but how many have passed
over that bridge, and how much
water has flowed under it! Only
suggestions Of the houses Of the
village, to be sure, but what joys,
what sorrows, what possibilities for
life, what disappOintments in death
are encompassed in village. And
this village is in valley by river.
What views from the hilltop on this
side over the valley, and what may
be seen from the other side of that
hill top? And the river that runs
on and on, through other valleys
and past other villages, with their
joys and sorrows, and possibilities
and disappointmcnts.
Artists are people who see beauty
where the rest of US but stand and
wonder, and then they put this
beauty on canvas that we may see
and learn and go out to see beauty
in all around us.
Frederick o. Sylvester has given
ns. the artists message in his "A
| Picture:
'There is q pool in the ancient
forest,
The poet painter said,
"That Is violet blue and emerald
From-the face Of the sky
Oerhead."
So to the ancient forest,
To the heart Of the wood went
But I found no pool of emerald
With violet blue for sky.
"There is a pool in the ancient
| forest,
Said the poet painter still,
"That is violet blue and emerald
| Near the breast of the rose
green HILL"
Then the heart of the ancient
! forest
The poet painter drew,
| And he painted pool Of emerald