. International studio. ooare sun and wind and starsand the storms of winter, andman fighting as ceaselessUagainst the fate that engulfshim, but the old thoughtfuldays in the pines, with thesea beneath beating out itseternal challenge, were he saw here, in thecities, was man fightingagainst man. Outside wasthe jest and the laughing,just as in the farm home backin Sweden, but beneath asombre tragedy—the knottedhands, the bent back,the dulled face of labor,working on unseeing,dumbly, in the grip ola destiny whose purpose-it could not see. When a thing comesstraight from the heartof the
. International studio. ooare sun and wind and starsand the storms of winter, andman fighting as ceaselessUagainst the fate that engulfshim, but the old thoughtfuldays in the pines, with thesea beneath beating out itseternal challenge, were he saw here, in thecities, was man fightingagainst man. Outside wasthe jest and the laughing,just as in the farm home backin Sweden, but beneath asombre tragedy—the knottedhands, the bent back,the dulled face of labor,working on unseeing,dumbly, in the grip ola destiny whose purpose-it could not see. When a thing comesstraight from the heartof the people, it speaksstraight to the heart olthe people. When Ben Anderson,young St. Paul bricklayer, withroots still gripping deep the speasant soil of Sweden, begacarve out with his jackknife rude figures oi the ohome folks about the farm, men knew, cthough the\ were, that here w; thing which art schools had not taught and could notteach. In them the sou! of a people spoke. JULY 1922 three tbirty-nine inceRnACioriAL sn. A CONVERSATION A SKETCH OF SWEDISH TVPES, CARVED IN PINE BV BEN ANDERSON gropingly, unsure of its medium, butwith humor and poetic vision. Young Mr. Anderson felt his wayslowly. Certainly no man ever an-swered the inner voice of art less self-consciously than this young workman. He came to when he was seventeen: a sisterlived there: that was the only reasonhe chose that city rather than another:he is twenty-three now. He became abricklayer to earn his living. If youare always looking, and looking, youmust remember, he says with adialect that bears strongly the stampof Sweden. That is what he himselfwas doing, always looking and he worked he watched the menabout him bent under the load ofmortar, or the heavier load of ances-tral toil. At night hewent home, drew off the breath ofrude sketches of the spring, carved , . , . IN WALNUT, BY things he had seen, BEn anderson and then he began to cut them out in wood with hisiackknile.
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