. International studio. o this work of art we, the specta-tors, and colour sensitives are as children stand-ing in astonishment before a pool into which astone has been thrown—we did not see thatstone thrown; but we watch the circles, and asour vision grows those circles widen and then from the vibratory viewpoint,Rodin is the first great colourist in stone, for hehas not confined his expression to the pure andlofty tints of the spectrum, but rather he hasshown us these in relation to every conceivablegradation of light, in relation to neutral tintsand to the deepest shadow. In
. International studio. o this work of art we, the specta-tors, and colour sensitives are as children stand-ing in astonishment before a pool into which astone has been thrown—we did not see thatstone thrown; but we watch the circles, and asour vision grows those circles widen and then from the vibratory viewpoint,Rodin is the first great colourist in stone, for hehas not confined his expression to the pure andlofty tints of the spectrum, but rather he hasshown us these in relation to every conceivablegradation of light, in relation to neutral tintsand to the deepest shadow. In sharp contrast to the fulgurant complexityof his art, stands Rodin the man, one who wasgentle of voice, unobtrusive, yet final in manner,simple, almost austere in his habits. A greatlover of nature, especially of her forests, Rodinloved to walk alone in the woods of Meudon andto sit in the tangled gardens of the Palais Biron,observing light modelling the leaves, as he oncebeautifully expressed it to me. It was my good. AUGUSTE RODIN Rodin as Colourist and Mystic fortune to be allowed to take a picture of the mas-ter during one of these morning meditations, hisown head framed in this very fretwork of lumin-ous leaves. It was on this occasion that, re-ferring to my research on the connections exis-tent between colour and form, Rodin said:This is certainly a thing that we should studyand know more about. Doubtless there are heal-ing and hidden properties in colour. And—ingentle reproof of my impatience for fuller ex-pression on these points, he added: When onehas anything essential to say, one never need bein a hurry to say it. Passing from these reflections to his own en-joyment of colour in nature, he handed me somenotes from his table from which the followingare culled: These leaves and flowers intermingledare a filtered light. The glittering of the sunin the brushwood is as myriads of tiny yellowstars. Spring chants life, is the colour oflife, is penetrating as life. Fine
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