| Sargent's Life through his writing, paintings and drawings
 Chapter XXIII   WHEN Mr. John Collier was writing his book on  "The Art of Portrait Painting" he  asked Sargent for  an account of his  methods. Sargent replied: "As to  describing  my procedure, I find the greatest difficulty in making  it clear to pupils, even with the palette and  brushes in hand and  with the model  before one, and to serve it up in the abstract  seems to me hopeless."     With the assistance, however, of two of his former pupils,  Miss Heyneman and Mr. Henry Haley, it is  possible to obtain  some idea of his  methods.   When he first undertook to criticise Miss Heyneman's work  he insisted that she should draw from models  and not from  friends.   "If you paint your friends, they and you are chiefly  concerned  about the likeness. You can't  discard a canvas when you please and begin anew - you can't go on indefinitely till  you have solved a problem."  He  disapproved (Miss Heyneman continues) of my palette and brushes.  On the palette the paints had not been put out  with any system.  "You do not want  dabs of colour," he said, "you want plenty of  paint to paint with." Then the brushes  came in for derision. "No  wonder  your painting is like feathers if you use these." Having  scraped the palette clean he put out enough  paint so it seemed for a  dozen pictures.  "Painting is quite hard enough" he said "without  adding to your difficulties by keeping your tools  in bad condition.  You want good thick  brushes that will hold the paint and that will  resist in a sense the stroke on the  canvas." He then with a bit of  charcoal  placed the head with no more than a few careful lines over  which he passed a rag, so that it was on a  perfectly clean greyish  coloured canvas  (which he preferred) faintly showing where the lines  had been that he began to paint. At the start  he used sparingly a  little turpentine to  rub in a general tone over the background and to  outline the head (the real outline where the  light and shadow meet,  not the place  where the head meets the background) - to indicate the  mass of the hair and the tone of the dress.  The features were not  even suggested.  This was a matter of a few moments. For the  rest he used his colour without a medium of  any kind, neither oil,  turpentine or any  admixture. "The thicker you paint, the more  your colour flows" he explained. He had  put in this general outline  very rapidly  hardly more than smudges, but from the moment he that  began really to paint, he worked with a kind  of concentrated deliberation, a slow haste so to speak holding his brush poised  in the air for an  instant and then putting  it just where and how he intended it to fall.   ... To watch the head develop from the start was like the sudden  lifting of a blind in a dark room. . . . Every  stage was a revelation.  For one thing he  put his easel directly next to the sitter so that when he  walked back from it he saw the canvas and the  original in the same  light, at the same  distance, at the same angle of vision. . . . He aimed  at once for the true general tone of the  background, of the hair and  for the  transition tone between the two. He showed me how the  light flowed over the surface of the cheek  into the background itself.     At first he worked only for the middle tones, to model in  large  planes, as he would have done had  the head been an apple. In short,  he  painted, as a sculptor models, for the great masses first, but with  this difference that the sculptor can roughly  lump in his head and cut  it down  afterwards, while the painter, by the limitations of his material,  is bound to work instantly for an absolute  precision of mass, in the  colour and  outline he intends to preserve. Economy of effort in every  way, he preached, the sharpest self-control  the fewest strokes possible  to express a  fact, the least slapping about of purposeless paint. He  believed, with Carolus Duran, that painting  was a science which it  was necessary to  acquire in order to make of it an art. "You must  draw with your brush," he said, " as  readily, as unconsciously almost  as you  draw with your pencil." He advised doing a head for a portrait  slightly under life-size to counteract the  tendency to paint larger than  life. Even  so, he laid in a head slightly larger than he intended to leave  it, so that he could model the edges with and  into the background.     The hills of paint vanished from the palette yet there was  no  heaviness on the canvas; although the  shadow was painted as heavily  as the  light, it retained its transparency. "If you see a thing trans-  parent, paint it transparent; don't get the  effect by a thin stain showing the canvas through. That's a mere trick.  "The more delicate the  transition  the more you must study it for the exact tone" The lightness  and certainty of his touch was marvellous to  behold. Never was there  any painter who  could indicate a mouth with more subtlety, with  more mobility, or with keener differentiation.  As he painted it, the  mouth bloomed out  of the face, an integral part of it, not, as in the great majority of  portraits, painted on it, a separate thing. He showed  how much could be expressed in painting the  form of the brow, the  cheekbones, and  the moving muscles around the eyes and mouth,  where the character betrayed itself most  readily; and under his hands,  a head  would be an amazing likeness long before he had so much as  indicated the features themselves. In fact, it  seemed to me the mouth  and nose just  happened with the modelling of the cheeks, and one eye,  living luminous, had been placed in the socket  so carefully prepared  for it (like a  poached egg dropped on a plate, he described the process),  when a clock in the neighbourhood struck and  Mr. Sargent was suddenly  reminded that  he had a late appointment with a sitter. In his absorption he had quite  forgotten it. He hated to leave the canvas. " If only  one had oneself under perfect control,"  he once said to me, "one could  always  paint a thing, finally in one sitting." (Now and then he accomplished  this.) "Not that you are to attempt this," he admonished  me, "if you work on a head for a week  without indicating the features  you will  have learnt something about the modelling of the head."     Every brush stroke while he painted had modelled the head or   further simplified it. He was careful to  insist that there were many  roads to  Rome, that beautiful painting would be the result of any  method or no method, but he was convinced that  by the method he  advocated, and followed  all his life, a freedom could be acquired, a  technical mastery that left the mind at  liberty to concentrate on a  deeper or  more subtle expression.  I had been taught to paint a head in three separate stages,  each  one repeating — in charcoal, in  thin colour-wash and in paint — the same  things. By the new method the head developed  by one process. Till  almost the end  there had been no features nor accents, simply a solid  shape growing out of and into a background  with which it was one.  When at last he  did put them each accent was studied with an intensity that kept his brush  poised in mid-air till eye and hand had   steadied to one purpose, and then . . . bling ! the stroke resounded  almost like a note of music. It annoyed him  very much if the accents  were carelessly  indicated without accurate consideration of their comparative importance. They  were, in a way, the nails upon which the  whole structure depended for solidity.
 Miss Heyneman subsequently left a study she had made, at  Sargent's studio with a note begging him to  write, "yes" or  "no,"  according to whether he approved or not. He wrote the  next day:
 " I think your study shows great progress — much better  values and
 consequently greater breath of effect with less monotony in  the detail. I still think you ought to paint thicker — paint all the half tones  and  general passages quite thick — and  always paint one thing into another  and  not side by side until they touch. There are a few hard and small  places where you have not followed this rule  sternly enough." . . .  A few days later he called. Miss Heyneman's usual model  had failed, and she had persuaded her  charwoman to sit instead;  Sargent  offered to paint the head of the model.
   This old head was perhaps easier to indicate with its  prominent  forms, but the painting was  more subtle. I recall my astonishment  when  he went into the background with a most brilliant pure blue  where I had seen only unrelieved darkness. "Don't  you see it?"  he asked, " the  way the light quivers across it ?" I had not perceived  it; just as, till each stroke emphasized his  intention, I did not see how  he managed  to convey the thin hair stretched tightly back over the  skull without actually painting it. He painted  light or shadow, a  four-cornered object  with the corners worn smooth, as definite in form  as it was idefinite in colour, and  inexpressibly delicate in its transitions.  He concentrated his whole attention upon the  middle tone that  carried the light into  the shadow. He kept up a running commentary  of explanation, as he went, appraising each  stroke, often condemning  it and saying:  "That is how not to do it ! . . . Keep the planes  free and simple," he would suggest,  drawing a full large brush down  the  whole contour of a cheek, obliterating apparently all the modelling  underneath, but it was always further to  simplify that he took these  really  dreadful risks, smiling at my ill-concealed perturbation and  quite sympathizing with it.     This second painting taught me that the whole value of a  portrait  depends upon its first  painting, and that no tinkering can ever rectify  an initial failure. Provided every stage is  correct a painter of Mr.  Sargent's  calibre could paint for a week on one head and never retrace  his steps but he never attempted to correct  one. He held that it was  as impossible  for a painter to try to repaint a head where the under structure was wrong, as for a sculptor to  remodel the features of a  head that has  not been understood in the mass. That is why Mr.  Sargent often repainted the head a dozen  times, he told me that he  had done no  less than sixteen of Mrs. Hammersley.     When he was dissatisfied he never hesitated to destroy what  he had done. He spent three weeks, for  instance, painting  Lady D^bernon in a  white dress. One morning, after a few  minutes  of what was to be the final setting, he suddenly set to work to scrape out what  he had painted. The present portrait in  a  black dress, was done in three sittings.  He did the same with the portrait of Mrs. Wedgwood and  many others. Miss Eliza Wedgwood relates that  in 1896  he consented, at the instance of  Alfred Parsons, to paint  her mother for  £250. She sat to him twelve times, but after  the twelfth sitting he said they would both be  the better for a  rest. He then wrote to  Miss Wedgwood that he was humiliated  by  his failure to catch the variable and fleeting charm of her  mother's personality — that looked like the end  of the portrait.  Some weeks later he saw  Mrs. Wedgwood at Broadway, and  struck  with a new aspect he said: "If you will come up next  week we will finish that portrait." She  came to Tite Street,  a new canvas was  produced, and in six sittings he completed the  picture which was shown at the Memorial  Exhibition.
 Miss Heyneman continues:
 
  
 "Paint a hundred studies," he would say,  "keep any number of  clean canvases  ready, of all shapes and sizes so that you are never held  back by the sudden need of one. You can't do  sketches enough.  Sketch everything and  keep your curiosity fresh." He thought it was  excellent practice to paint flowers, for the  precision necessary in the  study of  their forms and the pure brilliancy of their colour. It  refreshed the tone of one's indoor portraits,  he insisted, to paint land-  scape or  figures out of doors, as well as to change one's medium now  and then. He disliked pastel, it seemed to him  too artificial, or else  it was made to  look like oil or water colour, and in that case why not  use oil or water colour. . . .     Upon one occasion, after painting for me, he saw one hard  edge,  and drew a brush across it, very  lightly saying at the same time " This  is a disgraceful thing to do, and means  slovenly painting. Don't ever  let me see  you do it. ..." I have also seen the assertion that he  painted a head always in one sitting. He  painted a head always in  one process,  but that could be carried over several sittings. He never  attempted to repaint one eye or to raise or  lower it, for he held that the   construction of a head prepared the place for the eye, and if it  was  wrongly placed, the under  construction was wrong, and he ruthlessly   scraped and repainted the head from the beginning. That is one  reason why his brushwork looks so fluent and  easy, he took more trouble  to keep the  unworried look of a fresh sketch than many a painter puts  upon his whole canvas. The following extracts  from Mr. Haley's account of Sargent's  teaching  at the Royal Academy Schools, 1 897-1900, throw-  further light on his method:     The Significance of his teaching was not always immediately  apparent; it had the virtue of revealing  itself with riper experience.  His  hesitation was probably due to a searching out for something to  grasp in the mind of the student, that  achieved, he would unfold a  deep  earnestness, subdued but intense. He was regarded by some  students as an indifferent teacher by others  as a "wonder"; as a  "wonder"  I like to regard him.     He dealt always with the fundamentals. Many were fogged as  to  his aim. These fundamentals had to be  constantly exercised and  applied.    "When drawing from the model," he said,  "never be without the  plumb line in  the left hand" — Every one has a bias, either to the right  hand or the left of the vertical. The use of  the plumb line rectifies  this error and  developes a keen appreciation of the vertical.    He then took up the charcoal, with arm extended to its full  length,  and head thrown well back; all  the while intensely calculating, he  slowly  and deliberately mapped the proportions of the large masses of  a head and shoulders, first the poise of the  head upon the neck, its  relation with  the shoulders. Then rapidly indicate the mass of the  hair, then spots locating the exact position  of the features, at the same  time noting  their tone values and special character, finally adding any  further accent or dark shadow which made up  the head, the neck, the  shoulders and  head of the sternum.    After his departure I immediately plumbed those points  before  any movement took place of the  model and found them very accurate.    A formula of his for drawing was " Get your spots in  their right  place and your lines  precisely at their relative angles."  On one occasion in the evening life school I well remember  Sargent  complaining that no one seemed  concerned about anything more than  an  approximate articulation of the head upon the neck and shoulders.  The procedure was, to register carefully the  whole pose at the first  evening's  sitting of two hours. The remainder of the sittings were  devoted to making a thoroughly finished tone  drawing in chalk,  adhering to the  original outline, working from the head downwards,  thus the drawing was not affected by any  chance deviation from the  original pose  by the model. Sargent could not reconcile himself to  this, the method he tried to inculcate was to  lay in the drawing afresh  at every  sitting getting in one combined effort a complete interpretation of the model. The  skull to articulate properly upon the vertebras.  The same with all the limbs, a keen structural  easy supple, moveable  machine, every  figure with its own individual characteristic as like as  possible, an accomplishment requiring  enormous practice and experience with charcoal, but taken as a goal to aim at  very desirable,  a method he followed in  his own painting. To the student it meant a  continually altered drawing, to portray the  varying moods of the model.
  In reference to these drawings he would frequently say:  " Draw the  things seen with the  keenest point and let the things unseen fuse  themselves into the adjoining tones."    In connection with the painting, the same principles  maintained,  "Painting was an  interpretation of tone. Through the medium of  colour drawn with the brush." "Use  yourself to a large brush."  "Do  not starve your palette." "Accurately place your masses with  the charcoal." "Then lay in the back  ground" about half an inch  over the  border of the adjoining tones, true as possible, then lay in  the mass of hair, recovering the drawing and  fusing the tones with the  background,  and overlapping the flesh of the forehead, then for the  face lay in hold by a middle flesh tone, light  on the left side and dark  on the shadow  side, always recovering the drawing and most carefully  fusing the flesh into the background, painting  flesh into background  and background  into flesh, until the exact quality is obtained, both in  colour and tone the whole resembling a wig  maker's block. Then  follows the most  marked and characteristic accents of the features  in place and tone and drawing as accurate as  possible, painting deliberately into wet ground, testing your work by  repeatedly standing  well back, viewing  it as a whole, a very important thing. After this take  up the subtler tones which express the  retiring planes of the head,  temples,  chin, nose, and cheeks with neck, then the still more subtle  drawing of mouth and eyes, fusing tone into  tone all the time, till  finally with  deliberate touch the high lights are laid in, this occupies  the first sitting and should the painting not  be satisfactory the whole  is ruthlessly  fogged by brushing together, the object being not to  allow any parts well done, to interfere with  that principle of oneness,  or unity of  every part; the brushing together engendered an appetite  to attack the problem afresh at every sitting  each attempt resulting  in a more complete  visualization in the mind. The process is repeated  until the canvas is completed.    Sargent would press home the fact, that the subtleties of  paint  must be controlled by continually  viewing the work from a distance,  "  stand back — get well away — and you will realize the great danger  there is of overstating a tone — keep the  thing as a whole in your mind.  Tones so  subtle as not to be detected on close acquaintance can only  be adjusted by this means."  Composition.
 When we were gathered in front of our display of sketches  for  composition awaiting some criticism  Sargent would walk along the  whole  collection, rapidly looking at each one, and without singling out  any in particular for comment, he would merely  say "Get in your  mind the sculptors  view of things, arrange a composition, decoratively,  easy, and accidental," this would be said  in a hesitating manner and  then he would  quietly retire. On one occasion, when the subject set  for a composition was a portrait the  criticism was "not one of them   seriously considered," many we had thought quite good, as an  indication of what might be tried while a portrait was in progress. That  would not do for Sargent. A sketch must be  seriously planned, tried  and tried  again, turned about until it satisfies every requirement, and  a perfect visualization attained. A sketch  must not be merely a  pattern of pleasant  shapes, just pleasing to the eye, just merely a fancy.  It must be a very possible thing, a definite  arrangement — everything  fitting in a  plan and in true relationship frankly standing upon a horizontal plane  coinciding in their place with a pre-arranged line. As a  plan is to a building, so must the sketch be  to the picture.    His general remarks were: "cultivate an ever continuous  power of  observation. Wherever you are,  be always ready to make slight notes  of  postures, groups and incidents. Store up in the mind without  ceasing a continuous stream of observations  from which to make  selections later.  Above all things get abroad, see the sunlight, and  everything that is to be seen, the power of  selection will follow. Be  continually  making mental notes, make them again and again, test  what you remember by sketches till you have  got them fixed. Do  not be backward at  using every device and making every experiment  that ingenuity can devise, in order to attain  that sense of complete-  ness which  nature so beautifully provides, always bearing in mind  the limitations of the materials in which you  work."    It was not only students who acknowledged their debt to  Sargent. Hubert Herkomer in his reminiscences  writes: "I  have learnt much from  Sargent in the planning of lights and  darks,  the balance in tonality of background in its relation to the  figure, the true emphasizing of  essentials."    Sargent was well aware of the pitfalls that await the  painter  of the fashionable world, and as  sitter after sitter took his place  on  the dais in his Tite Street studio he seemed to become more  sensible of them. He tried again and again to  escape, and he often, in his letters, expressed his fatigue. He wearied of the  limitations imposed by his commissioned art.  Painting those  who want to be painted,  instead of those whom the artist wants  to  paint, leads inevitably to a bargain, to a compromise between  the artist's individuality and the claims of  the model. Mannerism  becomes a way out;  that which pleases becomes an aim. Artistic  problems give way before personal  considerations; the decorative  quality  of a picture takes a secondary place. Sargent's sincerity,  the driving need he had to express himself in  his own way, his  satiety with models  imposed on him by fashion, culminated in  revolt. He was forced, now and then, it is  true, to return to his  portraits, but  his Boston work absorbed him more and more. The  call of his studio in Fulham Road when he was  in London, and  of the Alps and the south  of Europe in summer, came first. In  1  910 his exhibits at the Academy, instead of portraits, were  Glacier Streams, Albanian Olive Gatherers,  Vespers and A Garden  at Corfu; at the  New English Art Club, Flannels, On the  Guidecca,  The Church of Santa Maria della Salute, A Florentine  Nocturne, A Moraine and Olive Grove.    When in 1901 Mr. J. B. Manson, then a student, wrote to  Sargent for advice he received the following  reply:     31, Tite Street,  Chelsea, S.W.,  Dear Sir,  In reply to your questions I fear that I can only give you  the  most general advice. The only school  in London of which I have any  personal  knowledge is the Royal Academy.  If the limit of age does not prevent your entering it I  should advise  you to do so.
 There are also very good teachers at the Slade School.
 You say you are studying painting to become a portrait  painter.  I think you would be making a  great mistake if you kept that only in  view  during the time you intend to work in a life class — where the  object of the student should be to acquire  sufficient command over  his material to  do whatever nature presents to him. The conventionalities of portrait painting  are only tolerable in one who is a good   painter — if he is only a good portrait-painter he is nobody. Try to  become a painter first and then apply your knowledge to a special  branch — but do not begin by learning what is  required for a special  branch, or you  will become a mannerist.
 Believe me,
 Yours truly,  John S. Sargent.  He was too conscientious to take refuge in a formula, but  he  had drawn too largely on his  resources of selection and arrangement in relation to a single aspect of an  artist's calling. He  had not done  violence to his sincerity, but it was time to turn  to subjects in which there was more scope for  design and composition, invention and variety. He now became immersed in  decorative work and studies from nature.     Chapter XXIV   MR. GEORGE MOORE observes in one of his essays  that "the criticisms of a creative artist  never amount  to more than an ingenious  defence of his own work."  However  true this may be, Sargent's sincerity gave peculiar  authority to the criticisms which, at too rare  intervals, he made  upon other painters.  For the most part he was evasive about his  contemporaries. He was the least pontifical  person imaginable,  and fellow-feeling  with craftsmen made him reluctant to give  adverse criticism the stamp of his authority.  He was little  given to theory and took  but a lukewarm interest in modern  criticism.  I do not know that he ever sought a formula for the  excellences common to a Monet and a Peruvian  vase, a Rubens  and a Huang Ch'uan. But  it would not have been inconsistent  with  his view to have defined the aim of art as essential expression,  the endeavour, that is to say, to express by  the most persuasive  and revealing means  the essential qualities of the object. Good  art therefore would differ from bad art in so  far as it succeeded  in rendering the  essential. His view would certainly, while   allowing a wide latitude of selection and omission, not countenance that  indifference to representation which is common to  much recent art. We have seen with what  admiration he  regarded the work of  Monet. He did not extend this in the  same  unqualified way to Monet's followers and successors. In  1910-11 an exhibition of Post-Impressionists  and others was held  at the Grafton  Galleries. Through some misunderstanding  Sargent had been mentioned by Mr. Roger Fry in  an article  in the Nation as a supporter  of the Post-Impressionist school.  On  January 7, 191 1, he wrote the following letter to the  editor:     POST-IMPRESSIONISM  To the Editor of the "Nation" Sir,
 My attention has been called to an article by Mr. Roger Fry,   called " A Postscript on  Post-Impressionism " in your issue of December  24th in which he mentions me as being among  the champions of the  group of painters  now being shown at the Grafton Gallery. I should  be obliged if you would allow me space in your  columns for these few  words of  rectification.  Mr. Fry has been entirely misinformed, and if I had been  inclined  to join in the controversy, he  would have known that my sympathies  were  in the exactly opposite direction as far as the novelties are  concerned, that have been most discussed and  that this show has been  my first  opportunity of seeing. I had declined Mr. Fry's request to  place my name on the initial list of promoters  of the Exhibition on the  ground of not  knowing the work of the painters to whom the name of  Post-Impressionists can be applied; it  certainly does not apply to  Manet or Cezanne.  Mr. Fry may have been told — and have believed  — that the sight of those paintings had made  me a convert to his faith  in them.
 The fact is that I am absolutely sceptical as to their  having any  claim whatever to being works  of art, with the exception of some of  the  pictures by Gauguin that strike me as admirable in color, and in  color only.
 But one wonders what will Mr. Fry not believe, and one is  tempted to say what will he not print ? y
 John S. Sargent.
 When in 191 2 Mr. D. S. MacColl wrote an article in the  Nineteenth Century, "A Year of  Post-Impressionism," he  received  from Sargent the following letter:  My dear MacColl,
 I have enjoyed reading your article on Post-Impressionism  very much — I should think it would bring a  good many people to their  senses — I  admire the certainty with which you have refrained from  hinting at the possibility of bad faith on the  part of people like Matisse  or at the  theory that I am inclined to believe that the sharp picture  dealers invented and boomed this new article  of commerce.  I think you have exactly weighed the merits of Cezanne and  rather  over-estimated the  "realism" of Van Gogh whose things look to me  like imitations made in coral or glass of  objects in a vacuum. As to  Gauguin, of  course you had to deal with him for the sake of your argument, as if there were  something in him besides rich and rare colour.   Some day if we ever meet I should like to discuss with you the  meaning of the word "values" and the  word Impressionism.
 Yours sincerely,
 John S. Sargent.  In order to appreciate the value of Sargent's concurrence  with Mr. MacColl's estimate of Cezanne, the  following extract  from the article may  be quoted:  Cezanne was not a great classic; he was an artist often  clumsy,  always in difficulties, very  limited in his range, absurdly so in most  numerous productions, but "with quite a  little mood" and the  haunting idea  of an art built upon the early Monet, at which he could  only hint. He oscillated between Moneys  earlier and finer manner,  that of dark  contours and broadly divided colour, and a painting based  on the early Monet, all colour in a high key. In  this manner he produced certain landscapes tender and beautiful in colour, but  the figure  was too difficult for him,  and from difficulties he escaped into the still   lifes I have spoken of, flattened jugs, apples, and napkins like blue  tin  that would clank if they fell. What  is fatal to the claim set up for him  as  a deliberate designer, creating eternal images out of the momentary  lights of the Impressionists, is the fact  that his technique, remains  that of the  Impressionists, a sketcher's technique, adapted for snatching hurriedly at  effects that will not wait.
 It is clear that Sargent was from the first definitely  hostile  to the more advanced  Post-Impressionists; he receded very  little,  if at all, from that position. He regarded the Cubists,  their followers and offshoots with uncompromising  dis-  approval. He did not consider that  either they or even the  great majority  of Post-Impressionists, by slighting representation, were contributing in any  way whatsoever, as was claimed  for them  by a leading critic, "to establishing more and  more firmly the fundamental laws of  expressive form in its  barest and most  abstract elements." He held that it could be  more effectually and much more emotionally  attained by representing also the visual and spiritual values of the thing  seen. But  like Monet, he was no  respecter of theories. He did not pause to discuss why he painted as he did, he  worked in the idiom of  an inherited  tradition, refreshing it with vitality and vigour,  enriching it with a modernized technique, and  pushing it to  what many may consider its  utmost limits. All around him  the  pictorial and plastic arts were developing on lines divergent  from his own, while criticism was being forced  to find formulae  and theories to fit the  new movement. In an epoch of rapid  change  he pursued his way undeflected. Charles Furse regarded  him as one of the five great Masters of  portrait painting of the  world. When he  died in 1924 Mr. Roger Fry concluded his  review of Sargent's work by saying: "I am  sure that he was no  less distinguished  and genuine as a man than, in my opinion, he  was striking and undistinguished as an  illustrator and non-  existent as an  artist."* These two opinions mark the limits of  possible divergence on the value of Sargent's  art. No doubt  his fame will be subject  to many oscillations in future, but it  is,  at any rate, inconceivable that posterity should agree with  Mr. Fry.
 Sir Charles Holmes in his well-known work "Notes on  the  Art of Rembrandt," while  drawing a comparison between  Rembrandt  and Hals, has dealt with the method and the characteristics of the painter of  the Laughing Cavalier. Sargent's  kinship  with Hals is at once apparent. It is true that as Hals  progressed he simplified his palette and  reduced the range of his  colour, whereas  Sargent tended in the opposite direction as his   facility increased; but in their approach, in their outlook, in the  broad features of their technique, and in  their respective limitations the resemblance is unmistakable. Sir Charles  Holmes  calls attention to Hals'  "conscious fidelity of statement," within  which the painter "finds room for the  exercise of those faculties  of selection  and arrangement that mark the artist as opposed  to the hack painter"; his sense of  design, adequate rather than  exceptional;  his "supreme faculty of representation in oil paint,"  the mapping out of the masses and planes, the  swift touches  of light and shadow at the  emphatic points; the manner in  which  "everywhere the strokes of the brush take just the course
 * See also Roger Fry, "Transformations," p. 135.
 
 EARL OF WEMYSS. that is needed to express the infinite varieties of surfaces  and  substances of which the piece is  built up." Such among other  characteristics  establish a definite similarity between the two  masters. We have already seen that Sargent  extolled the  technical methods of Hals,  and looked on him as the portrait  painter  with whom he had most in common. Here it will be of  interest to recall some of his estimates of  other artists.  At the time of the Ingres Exhibition in Paris (19 14)  Sargent  said to M. Helleu: "Ingres,  Raphael and El Greco, these are  now my  admirations, these are what I like." Greco was no new  admiration. He was an artist of whom Sargent  had an exhaustive  knowledge, and  regarded with increasing appreciation. Some  years before his talk with Helleu he had  written to de Glehn  from Aranjuez:
 Almost immediately on getting to Spain I fell in with  Auguste  Breal and his wife, and we  joined forces as we had a lot of letters for  Toledo and Madrid for the purpose of seeing  unknown Grecos. It  was interesting, but  after all the best Grecos are in the churches that  are known, and in the Prado — there are some  new ones there — he is  certainly one of  the very most magnificent old masters.
 In 191 5 a pamphlet was published by a specialist* in Madrid   to prove that the peculiarities of  Greco's drawing were due to  advanced  astigmatism. The pamphlet was sent to Sargent by  the Duke of Alba, whereupon he wrote as  follows:
 31, Tite Street,
 Chelsea, S.W., My dear Duke of Alba, Aug. 19th, 1915.
 Many thanks for sending the pamphlet on El Greco's  astigmatism — it has interested me very much although I am not absolutely  convinced. Being very astigmatic myself I am  very familiar with the  phenomena that  result from that peculiarity of eyesight, and it seems  to me very unlikely that an artist should be  influenced by them in the  matter of form  and not at all in the matter of colour where they are  much more noticeable.  The colouring of Claude Monet is an absolutely genuine  document  perhaps the only genuine one,  of the optical phenomena of astigma
 * "El Astigmatismo del Greco"; G. Beritens, "  Especialista en las Enferme-  dadas de los  Ojos." tism. The conscious study of these phenomena is called  "Impression-  ism" (but many  so-called "Impressionists" are mere imitators of his  style of execution and perhaps have perfectly  normal eyes, and therefore  have no right  to the name). If a man painted conscientiously what  he saw through a bad opera glass he would note  down some of the  peculiarities of  astigmatic vision, the decomposing into prismatic  colours, and the perturbation when a bright  tone comes near a dark  one.
 The Greco shows no trace whatever of these influences. More-   over the Greco's earlier pictures were  full of rich and brilliant colour,  and  his later ones are almost black and white. The contrary change  is what one might expect in a case of  astigmatism, for this condition,  which  breaks up colour into its prismatic elements, increases with age.
 As for the elongation of his figures, it may be partly due  to astigma -  tism, but the Renaissance  affords so many examples of this exaggeration  of elegance that it may also be accounted for  as a mannerism of the  time derived from  the imitators of Michael Angelo. Tintoretto,   the Greco's master, had a tendency that way — and Primaticcio,  Parmigianino, Jean Goujon, and other contemporaries elongated, their  figures as much as he did, for the sake of  elegance and not because of  astigmatism.  Even the most fervent admirer of El Greco cannot deny  that he had some very obvious affectations,  for instance the extra-  ordinary airs  and graces of his hands. Why should St. Francis in  ecstasy and the Magdalen in the desert be  making "des effets de mains"  if  the Greco did not wish to be elegant quand meme ?
 I find that I have inflicted an interminable letter on you —  if you  get through it, it will be thanks  to your being I dare say without many  distractions  in your present abode. I hope you are well and that you  will be coming to London one of these days.
 Yours sincerely,
 John S. Sargent.  The view that astigmatism decomposes into prismatic colours  is novel and would scarcely find scientific  support. But coming  from Sargent,  himself, as we know, astigmatic, it has a peculiar  interest, being based on his own experience  and the close observation of phenomena to which he paid much attention.  On July 1 6, 1923, he delivered a short address at the Royal   Academy in celebration of the  bicentenary birth of Sir Joshua  Reynolds.  This involved the two things he most dreaded,  publicity and a speech. At first he said  nothing would induce  him to read the  address himself, but he finally consented. The meeting was held in the evening  in the main gallery of the  Academy. When  Sargent rose in his place there was a tense  silence, a nervous curiosity. His record as a  public speaker was  known to a  sympathetic audience. It was evident that he was  deeply agitated, the page from which he was to  read fluttered  in his hands like a leaf  in a breeze. His opening sentences were  scarcely  audible, spoken in a low conversational tone with his  eyes bent low on his manuscript. As he progressed,  however,  his voice gained a little in  strength, though still broken by  nervousness.  It was an ordeal both for speaker and audience.  When he finished there was a burst of vehement  applause which  showed the affection and  esteem in which he was held.
 SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS
 The great Master whose bicentenary we celebrate to-day in  this  Institution that he founded and of  which he is the greatest glory, is an  instance  of that law by which the period of an artist is always manifest,  whether his work conforms to older standards  or points to future ones.  In painting  Sir Joshua Reynolds follows the highest traditions of the  past — it is in portraiture, and by a new  tendency of portraiture that  he shows as  a man of his own time.  Vandyck and Franz Hals had already shown the direction of  this  tendency, which involved a gradual  departure from the extreme  gravity of  characterization of the earlier Masters — The conscious  dignity and inviolable reserve that mark the  personages of Titian and  Velasquez, had  given way by degrees to a more intimate and less formal  bearing. Sir Joshua's subjects and those of  his contemporaries seem,  without loss of  dignity, to have a more human way with them, just  as Rembrandt's allow one a deeper communion  with their mystery.  The quiet eyes of  the elder portraits hold one at a distance and seem  to transpose the relation of the observer and  the observed.
 By a slow change of fashion or of taste this barrier of severance   fell away, and there entered into the  art of portraiture a new quality  of  curiosity and analysis. Sir Joshua came long before the last stages  of this evolution, and his people, through all  the boldness and frank-  ness of his  vision, still hold their own and keep the distance that great  portraiture always maintains.
 Technically, it is well known, his methods and processes  were those  of the great Venetians. His  discourses show him to have been extra-  ordinarily  eclectic, and alive to the aims and qualities of the other  Italian Schools; but in his work he was always  a Venetian, practising an indirect method that involved various preparatory  stages and that  is practically no longer  in use to-day.
 A change has come with the influence of landscape and with  the  study of out-of-door effects — These  have revealed an unlimited range  of new  relations of the figure to its surroundings. Instead of the  figure being, as of old, almost always made  the principal centre of  light, it is  now-a-days given the most varying place in the scale, and  the methods of painting have changed with the  need of a swifter  notation of passing  effects and novel relations.
 Perhaps, for the painter, Sir Joshua's method of lighting is  one of his  chief originalities. He invented  what, with him and with his followers,  became  a formula — that peculiar play of vivid light on a face that  abolishes half-tones and gives an  extraordinary emphasis of accent to  the  features and the few small shadows. It is known that his studio,  had a very small window that lit his sitter  like a bull's-eye lantern,  giving an  effect of simplification that Sir Joshua was certainly the  first to make his own. Needless to say,  although this method at once  became  common property, his own examples of the use of it have never  been surpassed.
 It must be left to individual taste to choose which most to  admire,  the simpler portraits like,  among many others, the portentous head  of  Dr. Johnson, so grand in character and suggestion, or those more  fanciful compositions in which Sir Joshua  invested a portrait with all  the charm  of a decorative picture. His resources in this line were  unbounded, and the setting, however romantic,  in which he sometimes  placed his people  never detracted from their interest as men and  women.
 Perhaps there are no greater examples of this mastery than  the two  portraits that are the Royal  Academy's proudest possessions, pictures  of dim splendour, where, over all the  apparatus and pomp and insignia  of  Royalty, two calm faces hold us enthralled.
 It is well to do homage to their author in the presence of  these  noble works.
 Another criticism of Sir Joshua is contained in a letter  which  he wrote after I had asked him to  look at a portrait of that Master  at a  dealers shop. "I didn't like the Reynolds," he wrote. "It  is too early to have any of his richness and  too late for his good  old early  hardness. Miss Montgomery ogles you under lowered  brows and displays vague hands and you are not  amused."  He was very much given to  dividing the work of individual  painters  into periods, sometimes rather arbitrarily it seemed,  and showing a strong preference for one period  over another.  As it was with Reynolds,  so with Turner, whose early work as  illustrated  by the Wreck of an Orange Ship he admired  almost to the exclusion of his later and  visionary ecstasies of  coloured mists  and shimmering vapour. In the same way he  drew a sharp distinction between the early and  late painting of  Monet, considering that  he never surpassed, if he ever equalled,  the Olympiad
 Equally in the case of Rodin he drew a sharp line. In 1902  he  wrote to Mr. MacColl:
 Dear MacColl,
 Use my name by all means on the list — I would be delighted  to  further the scheme of having a good example  of Rodin in a London  gallery. ... In  case I don't turn up let me say that Rodin's early  work, either the "Age d'arain" or  the St. John seems to me far finer  than  most of his later things and I hope that it might be one of those  that would be tried for — and I would gladly  subscribe.  In later years his interest in pictures seemed to centre  rather  in their craftsmanship than their  significance; he was more  taken up with  the means employed than the end achieved.  Composition assumed an increasingly important  place in his  artistic outlook. "I  find as I grow old — probably a sign of  senile  decay" — he said to Mr. William James, "that I care less  and less about the painting of things 'just  the way they look,'  and get more  interested in — well, something more in the nature  of a Wedgwood plaque." This was a notable  avowal from one  whose whole talent had  been devoted to the painting of things  "in  the way they looked." It was probably the cry of the artist  sated with portraiture, and absorbed by the  exercise of his  imagination in the field  of decoration. His views often seemed  "queer"  or "curious" (to use two of his favourite words) to  those who heard them; as when he complained  that Constable  was too fond of putting  fine and stormy weather on the same  canvas;  or when he criticized Albert Durer as a draughtsman;  or expressed surprise that William Blake with  such originality  in his ideas should  have chosen an idiom so conventional by which to express them. Equally his  indifference to the Dutch school  of  landscape painters was always surprisingly comprehensive,  and not a little disconcerting.
 * See ante, p. 102.    In his introductory notes for exhibitions of the works of  Brabazon and Zuloaga* he shows the real  enlightenment of his  critical powers.  The preface to a catalogue of the works of Robert Brough  is an appreciation of a younger artist who was  also Sargent's  friend. Brough was  fatally injured in a railway accident on  January 19, 1905. A telegram had brought the  news late on the  night of the  nineteenth. The next morning some friends of  Brough went to Tite Street to consult with  Sargent as to what  could be done for the  injured man; they found that Sargent had  taken the six o'clock morning train for  Sheffield. He arrived at  the hospital in  time to see his friend before he died.
 3, Tite Street,
 Chelsea, S.W.  If any aid were needed for the comprehension of work whose  charm  is so irresistible as that of the  late and much regretted Robert Brough,  visitors  to the present Exhibition might seek it in comparing his style  with that of Charles Furse whose works were  shown in the same rooms  a year ago.  Excepting in the sad similarity of their early and tragic  deaths, the contrast between these two  artistic talents is absolute and  enhances  their respective claims to our admiration.  Furse's rugged strength and emphasis set off the grace, the  fluidity  the lightness of touch that are  so delightful in Brough; that very rare  quality  of surface that seems to make the actual paint a precious  substance is also brought out by contrast with  the handling of a painter  who seemed too  impetuous in the expression of his intentions to care  to be exquisite in his method. Whereas the one  struck ample themes  and sounded  passionate music, the other was blessed with the gift of  what corresponds to a pure and melodious  voice. The developing  of this natural  gift into a perfectly supple and practised medium seems  to be the direction in which his progress can  best be traced when one  follows it  through the interesting series of portraits that are now  gathered together in tribute to his memory.
 In the summer of 191 1, at Munich, on his way to the Tyrol,  he received a letter from Mrs. Abbey on June  28, begging him
 * See Appendix.
 to return at once as her husband lay dying and was in  anxiety  about the completion of his  large canvases. He arrived at Tite  Street  on June 30 in time to supervise the work.  To Lady Lewis he wrote:  I am all day long busy from morning till night every day at  the  White City — horrid fate in this  heat — I am looking after some work  there  of another man's who is ill and to whose rescue I had to come.
 Before he left he was able to see Edwin Abbey and assure him   that the alterations had been  successfully completed. When  Abbey's  work, in the year after his death, was severely criticized  by Robert Ross in the Morning Post, Sargent at  once intervened  on behalf of his friend:
 My dear Ross,
 I am very glad to see that you are answering protests on  your   article about Abbey, because it  may give you the opportunity of   removing  the impression that you have chosen this moment to make   a one sided attack. Surely in reviewing his  life's work at this final   exhibition  you must recognize his particular quality of dramatic  insight and invention, his endless variety of  characterization, his   humour, his  pathos and his occasional grimness. You have hurt a   good many feelings by an apparent want of  feeling at a time when hats   are taken  off. It would be handsome of you as you are still writing   on the subject to appease his ghost by a  mention of his good qualities   as well  as those that you dislike.   Do you see  no imagination and beauty in those two decorative   designs of the Puritan Ships and the Miners  Going Down into the   Earth?
 Yours sincerely,
 John S. Sargent.  
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