. What pictures to see in America. ously into thedeeper pool and smile as they see their ownfaces. The snow clinging to the stones andwater-grass seems to catch up the smile andgive it back to us. The shimmer of green andpurple-brown that lurks in the shadows andaround the bare trees has the tantalizing qual-ity of the opal and defies too close scrutinyof its exact tint. Of the American landscapists now nearingthe half-century mark probably Mr. Redfieldis the most widely known, though as one criticsays, He was no precocious prodigy, and it isdoubtful if anyone realized . . that he wasdestined
. What pictures to see in America. ously into thedeeper pool and smile as they see their ownfaces. The snow clinging to the stones andwater-grass seems to catch up the smile andgive it back to us. The shimmer of green andpurple-brown that lurks in the shadows andaround the bare trees has the tantalizing qual-ity of the opal and defies too close scrutinyof its exact tint. Of the American landscapists now nearingthe half-century mark probably Mr. Redfieldis the most widely known, though as one criticsays, He was no precocious prodigy, and it isdoubtful if anyone realized . . that he wasdestined to become one of the foremost paint-ers in America, whose work would receive gen-eral and substantial recognition before he hadturned forty. He was the first Americanlandscapist from whom the French Govern-ment bought a picture to hang in the Luxem-bourg Gallery, Paris. The Crest (Fig. 198) is another of winter scenes. Let us turn to hisDelaware River (see Fig. 109) and TheLaurel Brook (see Fig. 138) that we may un-. INDIANAPOLIS 295 derstand how impossible it is to mistake oneof his pictures, and yet to realize how entirelydistinct and individual is his every Redfield changes his point of view in deal-ing with the cranky, uncertain king of winter,but he does it to help us to a better apprecia-tion of the whimsical vagaries of a monarchsubject to powers beyond him. A certain des-olateness hangs over the bare hillside andheavy flowing river in The Crest, but thetiny settlement snuggled against the roughsidling road and the glistening snow caught inthe hollows suggest that hope still lingers. It would be impossible for Mr. Redfield topaint a hopeless winter, yet he never fails tomake us feel the true spirit of the frost is no sentimental masking of the deso-lation that follows in the wake of snow and one time we feel the light fluffy snow that,like a wool comforter, is soft and warm, thenagain the heavy wet snow that, like a cheapcotton
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