Life, art, and letters of George Inness . ove my head,and saw rags, rags everywhere, strewn over the floor,steeped in dark, ugly stains that looked like did nt know what terrible thing had occurred; myfirst thought was that burglars had been there, and Iwas wondering what I should do, when I caught sightof the picture on the easel. I stared in my astonish-ment. It was the beautiful picture of the week beforein all the spontaneous beauty that mother and I hadadmired. I blew out the candles, and crept into bed next morning when I went to breakfast Ifound Pop alone. At my greeti
Life, art, and letters of George Inness . ove my head,and saw rags, rags everywhere, strewn over the floor,steeped in dark, ugly stains that looked like did nt know what terrible thing had occurred; myfirst thought was that burglars had been there, and Iwas wondering what I should do, when I caught sightof the picture on the easel. I stared in my astonish-ment. It was the beautiful picture of the week beforein all the spontaneous beauty that mother and I hadadmired. I blew out the candles, and crept into bed next morning when I went to breakfast Ifound Pop alone. At my greeting he simply breakfast we started for the studio. We al-ways walked arm in arm, but this morning he did nttake my arm. I felt exactly what I knew he felt, andwhen I could stand it no longer, I thrust my arm inhis, and we walked silently on until we had nearlyreached the studio, when he said very simply:Georgie, I nearly ruined that know it, Pop; but its all right , he said. I could nt sleep. I got up and 120. NEW FORE II got a bottle of sweet-oil and a bundle of rags from thelandlady, and went to the studio and wiped the wholedamned thing off. George, we must have gas put in that studio. Hut cvtn that did nt cure him of that fatal ever did, and it became more and more of apassion with him. Sometimes it was a good thing,but more often a beautiful canvas was ruined. How-ever, on one occasion it proved to be a success. I wentinto his studio one day when he was on Fifty-fifthStreet, and as I entered I saw him standing in frontof his easel. Hello, Pop, I said. Thought I would just runover and see what you were about. Got anythingnew? Yes, I have a canvas here I ve been fussing does it look? Fine, Pop, I answered enthusiastically; allright, beautiful. Fine tone. Yes, it has things in it, but its stupid. Confoundit! its too good; its all tone. Thats whats thematter with it. I Ve got too much detail in the fore-ground. Thats a thing
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