Eyvind Earle
In 1937, at the age of 21, Eyvind Earle bicycled across the country from Hollywood, California, to Monroe, New York, on a 45 day trip. He painted 42 water colors and wrote a 10,000 page diary along the way. At the conclusion of the expedition, Charles Morgan Gallery in New York exhibited all the watercolors. Emily Genauver of World Telegram wrote:
“Eyvind Earle, a 21-year-old youngster with a yen for adventure and for paint, traveled more than 3,000 miles across the continent on his bicycle to see America, and got from seeing, material for enough pictures to comprise a one-man exhibition. He was successful on both counts. His exhibition opened last week at the Morgan Gallery, but if you expect to find in it travel notes on America, you will be disappointed. No gas stations or hot-dog stands here, no Grand Canyon, no painted desert, nor any of the “attractions” the tourist pamphlets tell you about. I suppose, really, that they might have been painted anywhere at all. But only one so affected by nature as Mr. Earle was, as a result of his trip could possibly have done them this way. Instead of depicting the obvious, he has captured with his brush the quality of air after a rain in the desert, of moonlight on a still night in the mountains, of winter winds sweeping across unbroken fields, of trees clothed by autumn in savage garb. There is poetry in them and imagination, and extraordinary delicacy of tone and brush. In none are there any recognizable aspects of distinct locale. Any imaginative craftsman with the brush and even a good photographer could have achieved that. It takes a highly sensitive and skilled artist to do what this youth has done.”
Being a painter, I will tell you just what I try to do when I paint. Beauty is the thing we are all searching for. Exactly what beauty is I have never known anyone to be able to say exactly? As far as I know, truth is beauty, but often the truth is not beautiful.
In nature when I look I see trees, some of them are such that they thrill me with their perfection and their sweeping lines and certain mood they seem to have. Windswept plains give me something that can’t be seen. In every tree I feel as though I could see the soul of that tree. It is alive. It is a person. And if beauty be related to the truth, harmony and balance must be there, and there must be movement because in nature all things move. And there are certain laws such as the law of duality. Everything has its opposite. Nothing is without its opposite. If I want a bright light in a painting, I must have a dark shadow. If I want a color to look very warm, I must have also a very cold color, and so on and on forever. But when I paint, I forget the things I know. I just sit there painting away, trying to get the feeling into my painting that I feel inside. Whatever beauty is, I feel it, and as long as I can I shall try to find more and more beauty, and to put it down so that others can see what I have seen.
还是很感动 最近一段时间好像太敏感了
豆瓣就变成收集这些小碎片小宝石的地方吧
“Eyvind Earle, a 21-year-old youngster with a yen for adventure and for paint, traveled more than 3,000 miles across the continent on his bicycle to see America, and got from seeing, material for enough pictures to comprise a one-man exhibition. He was successful on both counts. His exhibition opened last week at the Morgan Gallery, but if you expect to find in it travel notes on America, you will be disappointed. No gas stations or hot-dog stands here, no Grand Canyon, no painted desert, nor any of the “attractions” the tourist pamphlets tell you about. I suppose, really, that they might have been painted anywhere at all. But only one so affected by nature as Mr. Earle was, as a result of his trip could possibly have done them this way. Instead of depicting the obvious, he has captured with his brush the quality of air after a rain in the desert, of moonlight on a still night in the mountains, of winter winds sweeping across unbroken fields, of trees clothed by autumn in savage garb. There is poetry in them and imagination, and extraordinary delicacy of tone and brush. In none are there any recognizable aspects of distinct locale. Any imaginative craftsman with the brush and even a good photographer could have achieved that. It takes a highly sensitive and skilled artist to do what this youth has done.”
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Being a painter, I will tell you just what I try to do when I paint. Beauty is the thing we are all searching for. Exactly what beauty is I have never known anyone to be able to say exactly? As far as I know, truth is beauty, but often the truth is not beautiful.
In nature when I look I see trees, some of them are such that they thrill me with their perfection and their sweeping lines and certain mood they seem to have. Windswept plains give me something that can’t be seen. In every tree I feel as though I could see the soul of that tree. It is alive. It is a person. And if beauty be related to the truth, harmony and balance must be there, and there must be movement because in nature all things move. And there are certain laws such as the law of duality. Everything has its opposite. Nothing is without its opposite. If I want a bright light in a painting, I must have a dark shadow. If I want a color to look very warm, I must have also a very cold color, and so on and on forever. But when I paint, I forget the things I know. I just sit there painting away, trying to get the feeling into my painting that I feel inside. Whatever beauty is, I feel it, and as long as I can I shall try to find more and more beauty, and to put it down so that others can see what I have seen.
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还是很感动 最近一段时间好像太敏感了
豆瓣就变成收集这些小碎片小宝石的地方吧
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