asked his old school-fellow, still in such a hearty volume of tone that it made the artist
shrink, especially as the question related to a subject so sacred as the absorbing dream of his imagination.
Upon the other hand, whenever a community or a powerful section of a community, or a government of any kind, attempts to dictate to the artist
what he is to do, Art either entirely vanishes, or becomes stereotyped, or degenerates into a low and ignoble form of craft.
The article reproached the government and the academy for letting so remarkable an artist
be left without encouragement and support.
When that has educated the frame to self-possession, to nimbleness, to grace, the steps of the dancing-master are better forgotten; so painting teaches me the splendor of color and the expression of form, and as I see many pictures and higher genius in the art, I see the boundless opulence of the pencil, the indifferency in which the artist
stands free to choose out of the possible forms.
I have been, it seems, so unfortunate as to offend Lady Lydiard (how, I cannot imagine); and the all-powerful influence of this noble lady is now used against the struggling artist
who is united to you by the sacred ties of kindred.
The studio, occupying nearly the whole attic floor under the roof, presented to the eye those vast proportions which surprise inquirers when, after attaining sixty feet above the ground-floor, they expect to find an artist
squeezed into a gutter.
I should have been much more so, however, had not long experience advised me not to trust, with too implicit a reliance, the enthusiastic descriptions of my friend, the artist
, when indulging in comments upon the loveliness of woman.
Your friend the artist
will grant your premises, but deny your conclusion; he will maintain that notwithstanding this formidable list of confessed defects, there is still a something that is divine and unapproachable about the Old Master, and that there is no arguing the fact away by any system of reasoning whatsoever.
Having thus no portraits of other people to paint, what is it my duty, as a neglected artist
, to do next?
Always, in his interviews with Phoebe, the artist
made especial inquiry as to the welfare of Clifford, whom, except at the Sunday festival, he seldom saw.
He regretted that Fate had allowed him so little time for such work; but after all, he reflected, all great artists
had had their struggles--so why not he?
gets a peculiar sensation from something he sees, and is impelled to express it and, he doesn't know why, he can only express his feeling by lines and colours.