Life, art, and letters of George Inness . cts the sun, which is peeping through thedistant foliage, which in the limpid light is almost likea vapor. Beside the pool, which is fringed with fresh,young, vibrant green, there stands a girl in dark whois almost silhouetted against that marvelous, inde-scribable light which permeates the entire canvas. Alittle farther back—I say back, because you can lookinto an Inness landscape—the figures of a shepherdand his dog are guarding a flock of sheep that is pass-ing through the open space. But are they sheep?Well, never mind; it is something moving throu
Life, art, and letters of George Inness . cts the sun, which is peeping through thedistant foliage, which in the limpid light is almost likea vapor. Beside the pool, which is fringed with fresh,young, vibrant green, there stands a girl in dark whois almost silhouetted against that marvelous, inde-scribable light which permeates the entire canvas. Alittle farther back—I say back, because you can lookinto an Inness landscape—the figures of a shepherdand his dog are guarding a flock of sheep that is pass-ing through the open space. But are they sheep?Well, never mind; it is something moving through theshimmering light. Then let your fancy roam andpaint the picture to your liking. For that it was cre-ated. This is not a picture: it is nature, a creation,and so wonderfully wrought that you are really by the brook, you let your fancy out, forget-ting all the troubles of the day, and bask in quietpeace with Inness in the soothing, mellow light thatis saturating everything it touches on this fading dayof spring. 240. THE ART OF GEORGE LNNESS And now we swiftly change to another mood, andleave the languid, mellow spring twilight to look uponan angry, choppy sea, the spray of which dashe against the rocks of Normandy. The scene is at Etretat, and through the arched rocks you see anangry sun, the blood-red fury of which will soon bequenched behind the distant wave, and let the blueblack clouds that are gathering in the west have swayand lash out their fury through the night. Thefisher-boats come safely in. It bids fair for the mor-row. Now glance at this upright Midsummer, a clumpof oaks. How it fills you with a sense of grandeur!The form is majestic, and the big white clouds giveits edge the keenness of a knife; but all is in suchcomplete harmony of color and light and shade thatit makes you feel great waves of rhythm, as of strainsof music, a harmony that gives delight, no matterwhat the medium. This canvas was painted in 1892in the big broad stage of his a
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