And the individual, in whom simple tastes and susceptibility to all the great human influences overpower the accidents of a local and special culture, is the best critic of
art. Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
But there is something beyond - a higher point, a subtle and unmistakable touch of love and pride beyond mere skill; almost an inspiration which gives to all work that finish which is almost art - which IS art.
And, as the writer of the article which started this train of thought says with lovable warmth, the sailing of yachts is a fine art.
Joe Larrabee came out of the post-oak flats of the Middle West pulsing with a genius for pictorial art. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with a prominent citizen passing it hastily.
It isn't Art. But you're a trump and a dear to do it."
It is a question whether we have ever seen the full expression of a personality, except on the imaginative plane of art. In action, we never have.
In the case of the drama, things are a little better: the theatre-going public like the obvious, it is true, but they do not like the tedious; and burlesque and farcical comedy, the two most popular forms, are distinct forms of art. Delightful work may be produced under burlesque and farcical conditions, and in work of this kind the artist in England is allowed very great freedom.
pendent opera interrupta ; they proceed quietly in accordance with the transformed art. The new art takes the monument where it finds it, incrusts itself there, assimilates it to itself, develops it according to its fancy, and finishes it if it can.
That settled, the number of chapels, doors, bell towers, and pinnacles are modified to infinity, according to the fancy of the century, the people, and art. The service of religion once assured and provided for, architecture does what she pleases.
But not so with
Art. The brush may still deal freely with any subject, however revolting or indelicate.
The rise of this reputation is one of the most romantic incidents in the history of
art. But I do not propose to deal with Charles Strickland's work except in so far as it touches upon his character.
It is only a few of the scions of our noblest and wealthiest houses, who are able to give the time and money necessary for the thorough prosecution of this noble and valuable
Art. Even to me, a Mathematician of no mean standing, and the Grandfather of two most hopeful and perfectly regular Hexagons, to find myself in the midst of a crowd of rotating Polygons of the higher classes, is occasionally very perplexing.