. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. lage), like windowsopening upon life itself, one admired that collectionof small portraits in which the most penetratingphysiological observation was united with an execu-tion most masterly, precise, and delicate. Onepassed delighted from those interiors worthy ofthe Dutch painters, such as La Forge and LaLessive, to the landscapes breathing the odoursof the fields and of the woods, such as Le VieuxGueux (The Old Beggar), Les Vendanges (TheVintage), La Prairie (The Meadow), La Mare (ThePool), Les Bles Murs (Pipe Corn), or to those fullof air and mo
. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. lage), like windowsopening upon life itself, one admired that collectionof small portraits in which the most penetratingphysiological observation was united with an execu-tion most masterly, precise, and delicate. Onepassed delighted from those interiors worthy ofthe Dutch painters, such as La Forge and LaLessive, to the landscapes breathing the odoursof the fields and of the woods, such as Le VieuxGueux (The Old Beggar), Les Vendanges (TheVintage), La Prairie (The Meadow), La Mare (ThePool), Les Bles Murs (Pipe Corn), or to those fullof air and motion, like London Bridge and theThames; then one stopped before La Petite filleallant a la Ecole (The Little Girl going to School),or that poetic Idyl, Le Soir au Village (Evening inthe Village). In this exhibition containing more than twohundred canvases and a hundred drawings, there wasnothing trifling, nothing indifferent. The smallestsketches were interesting because they revealed pas-sionate worship of what is simple and natural, hatred. The Jules Bastien-Lepage. AS MAN AND ARTIST. L03 of the almost and the conventional, and the incessantstriving of the artist after his ideal, which is Truth. A healthy and robust poetry exhaled from thiscollection. One left the Hotel de Chimay with asensation of strengthening and reviving pleasure,such as one gets from certain aspects of nature—deep woods, limpid waters, and the bright sky ofa summer morning. Unhappily this joy was mixed with the sad thoughtof the sudden death of the young man who had pro-duced all this masterly work. On first entering these rooms reserved for hispictures I was, for a long time, impressed with afeeling that I had already experienced at the exhibi-tion of the works of the talented young artist, , mown down like Bastien, in full youth,and at the same time as he. This cruel death seemedonly a had dream. On seeing again these unfinished sketches, theseperfect portraits, these canvas
Size: 1332px × 1876px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthortheuriet, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookyear1892
