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| "The Blue Gown" by Frederick Carl Frieseke |
Sadie cabled Frances, 'Darling, our Papa could not stand the overpowering emotions of the last few days - with no suffering he left us last night... be brave and help me to bear my sorrow, love.'
The last paintings from Frieseke's hand are vivid small landscapes done in the spring of 1939, when the orchards were all in flower. In the early summer, two months before Frieseke's death, Macbeth had organized a large retrospective exhibition of Frieseke's work for the New York's Grand Central Art Galleries. Frederick's old friend Karl Anderson wrote to him on July 30, 1939, concerning both the exhibition and the times:
'I want to set you straight on the exhibition at the Grand Central. My own impression and, better, the comment of many artists, to me, was fulsome praise if ever I heard it. I assure you it was a premier show of the year, at least for the painters. It means something, but not much at this time, that you did not sell. Show after show came and went, this year, and no sales were made.
We can explain this only in this way: that the fear of war and the distressing economic state in this country has so distressed people that they have lost all interest in things of the spirit or of any of the forms of beauty. It occurs to me that this might explain the tolerance of sensitive humans to dull ugliness in line and color. It has been easier to accept the propaganda which fostered it than to think much about it.
My impression was that your exhibition awakened many to the forgotten promise that has been broken. For a short time many had regret that the art you gave was not now in the mode of the misled amateur. More than one artist told me of their faith that your talent was not in eclipse, but that the thought of it was but out of people's mind, for a short time. You are then in the enviable class of the unappreciated and misunderstood, and you should be very happy about that.'
We still have the paintings, which are alive and continue to offer an invitation to the viewer to enter into conversation with them. But let the last words be those of the painter himself, a simple statement, stubborn and hopeful, the last one we have from him to Macbeth, written in September 1937, after Frances had moved away. If anything he ever wrote explains him, these words do. 'We have decided to stick on here for the present. Am working again.'"
To be continued
(Excerpts from "Frederick Carl Frieseke: A Biography by Nicholas Kilmer" in Frederick Carl Frieseke: The Evolution of an American Impressionist"published on the occasion of an exhibition of Frieseke's work.)






