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| "Moonrise" by David Davies |
No artist has any task but to practise how to express himself; to perfect a method of setting down for all to see, things, which, without any effort on his part, heredity and environment, through his eyes, vouchsafe to his understanding. No merit attaches to the revelations he gets; he has no hand in them, but his good or bad husbandry of them makes the difference between a lawful claim to excellence and honour, and the forfeiture of all such claims.
The artist's duty is to keep a vigilant watch on nature, seen through the fluid lenses of his moods; train his judgment to select what is essential to the successful preservation of his conviction, and, with enthusiastic pains, acquire the indispensable trade-skill to state in plastic terms for others' benefit, what all can see, but which he, more than they, is privileged, at first hand, vividly to discern and appreciate at its true beauty-value.
All human-kind has a sense of beauty, and all types and grades of men try to express it. Human development is gauged by the measure of success attending its effort to express the inward spiritual reaction to outward impressions, and the higher the development, the rarer and finer will be the quality of its product.
None but the blind can evade the loveliness of the drives of our public gardens, banked with the splendour of the noon-flower, or shut out the trumpetings of the sunset; so the depicting of these, and kindred things of beauty, is not so much required of the artist, and he is free to show his brethren beauties that to them are less obvious"...which brings us to David Davies."
To be continued
(Excerpts from "The Art of David Davies" by James MacDonald.)






