قراءة كتاب Puvis de Chavannes
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Puvis
de Chavannes
REPRODUCTIONS IN COLOUR
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
[W·D·O]
NORWOOD·MASS·U·S·A
CONTENTS
Page | |
Introduction | 11 |
The First Years | 16 |
The Glorious Years | 31 |
The Last Years | 53 |
The Landscape Painter | 66 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Plate | ||
I. | Saint Genevieve keeping Watch over sleeping Paris | Frontispiece |
In the Panthéon, Paris | ||
Page | ||
II. | The Piety of Saint Genevieve | 14 |
In the Panthéon, Paris | ||
III. | The Poor Fisherman | 24 |
In the Musée de Luxembourg, Paris | ||
IV. | Ludus pro Patria | 34 |
In the Museum, Amiens | ||
V. | Repose | 40 |
In the Museum, Amiens | ||
VI. | The Sacred Wood dear to the Arts and the Muses | 50 |
In the Museum, Amiens | ||
VII. | Letters, Sciences, and Arts | 60 |
In the Amphitheatre of the Sorbonne | ||
VIII. | War | 70 |
In the Museum, Amiens |
INTRODUCTION
GLORY does not dispense her favours to the deserving with an equal bounty. Painters as well as authors often suffer from the caprices of the inconstant goddess. While there are some who, guided by her benevolent hand, attain the pinnacle of fortune at the first attempt and almost without effort, other artists with a genius akin to that of Millet live in a state bordering upon penury and die in destitution. Renown seeks them out later, much too late, and tardy laurels flower only upon their tomb.
Puvis de Chavannes for a long time fared scarcely better than these illustrious mendicants of art. He experienced the bitter pangs of injustice, the hostility of ignorance, the discouragement of finding himself misunderstood. If he was spared the extreme distress of Millet, it was solely because he was the more fortunate of the two in possessing a small private income. But nothing can crush the spirit of the born artist; neither contempt nor ridicule can hold him back. Puvis de Chavannes was endowed with a valiant and a tenacious spirit. Entrenched within the loftiness of his artistic ideal, as within a tower of bronze, he was steadfastly scornful of critics, affecting not to hear them; and never would he consent to disarm them by concessions that in his eyes would have seemed dishonourable. Yet this rare probity brought its own reward. The great painter attained the joy of seeing himself at last understood, and not only understood but admired during his life-time. He must even have derived an ironic satisfaction from counting among his warmest adherents certain ones who had formerly been conspicuous as his most violent