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| "Portrait of Mary Dale" by Ella Condie Lamb |
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Seeley.)
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| "Portrait of Mary Dale" by Ella Condie Lamb |
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Seeley.)
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| "House in Watford, England" by Ella Condie Lamb |
'My dear Papa, Ever since you left it has been growing more and more unbearable at the school. We would start in the morning feeling like work ... and then in would come Mr. Herkomer to criticize. I don't mind how severe they were - that was nothing - they were not as severe as those I have been used to, but he would say I must do certain things - and others I must not do - which all my teachers had instructed me as being the best way. He would talk as if I were not trying and leave me without an idea to start fresh on after having pulled all my work down as being totally wrong. Then he contradicted himself so that I got not to trust him. Always the same tone he assumed was of complete authority, as, you must do so and so whether you know why or not, - 'Don't follow your own reason but mine,' - whereas Mr. Chase and all the others always said, 'Do nothing I tell you because I tell you, not until you can see it so yourself!'
So Ella made a decision to leave the school, describing her actions to her father:
'This morning we screwed up our courage and went to tell Mr. Herkomer for we had learnt he was a man who would not be thwarted and would be savage with the idea of anyone disagreeing with his judgment. Well we got in and got out and told him simply and politely that we would have to leave the school because we could not submit to the rules and could not stay and disobey them - that the influence of the work was bad and that the strain was too much for me. He gave us a good talking to and ended by saying it was not honorable.... We went away shaking hands with him at the door. We went into the school to get our things - when he passed us in the hall with a look of perfect fury on his face.'
Ella went on: 'And now my plan, subject to your approval, is this: to stay on in Bushey until the spring as before and work quietly at home here on models from the village or at still life.' Ella filled sketchbooks with country landscapes and village lanes. She went frequently to the British museum and produced several accurate studies of the draped figures of the Elgin Marbles. Very much on her own, writing in detail of all she sees and does, she expresses bewilderment at the shifting sense of identity which came from many new experiences and from the increase in confidence in her artistic powers. 'I find myself wondering if I be really I,' she wrote to her father. 'Papa, always do I thank you for giving me such Wonderful Opportunities.'"
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Seeley.)
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| "Dick Lamb" by Ella Condie Lamb |
'J. Carol Beckwith had the Antique and the men's morning Life class ... and C.Y. Turner the women's Life in the afternoons. Less picturesque than either Chase or Beckwith, he was sturdy and sincere and gave us good sound instruction. I learned to study the balance of a figure's masses, to see it as a whole - to 'think not of your drawing but only of what you are looking at...' There were also the evening lectures. Thomas Dewing, just back from Paris, on composition, J. Scott Hartley on anatomy, Frederick Dielman on perspective, and three or four special and inspired talks from George Inness.
From England came the great Hubert Herkomer, to paint portraits... He talked to us also. Tall, his skin dead white, with black eyes and straight hair that hung, intensely black, over his forehead, he was compelling and hypnotic - until he aroused one's antagonism.'
Life class, portrait class, sketch class, seven hours a day, five days a week. It was an intense but fulfilling time.
At this time a catastrophic event occurred in the Condie family. Ella's beloved mother became fatally ill. Ella, being the only daughter still at home, became her nurse. The center of her sheltered, cultured, loving world would soon be taken from her, her sisters, and her father. 'That year of 1883 I gladly gave up most of my study,' she wrote, 'to take care of my mother, who was fast leaving us. In October a 'beautiful, unselfish and noble life' came to an end.
Her father proposed that his talented daughter pursue her studies in Europe. 'My days at the League ended in 1884 ... days and friends I so vividly remember,' she penned, then added that perhaps the most vivid of those friendships were those made with Fannie Abbot, Dick Lamb, and with his brother Charles (of whom we shall hear more). But she bid farewell and departed for London and Paris."
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Steeley.)
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| "Portrait of William Merritt Chase" by J.S. Sargent |
This move was a major event in her life. She and her friend, Laura went at one into the League's Life Drawing classes taught by Walter Shirlaw and C.Y. Turner, and into William Merritt Chase's painting class. The League had been formed only six years before. Wrote Allen Tucker:
'Without influence, without money, without a building, they started the first independent art school in the country. They hired teachers they thought well of... They made a place where people could come and study. The student paid for a month or for a year. A body of students grew up for no other reason on earth than to learn, men and women working for the sake of really knowing, with no certificate and no reward.'
Ella described her class with William Merritt Chase:
'He put us first at the skull, for construction, then the model, with soft charcoal - 'use it like paint.' Every morning I bought a loaf of brown bread which I kneaded into pellets for erasure as did the other students. The floor became covered with crumbs and pellets. The moment the room was empty large tame rats appeared from behind stacked stretchers for their daily feast until faithful Thomas appeared with his broom.
Chase let us set our palettes with big gobs of paint and we used large brushes. He alternated us from the portrait head - a new one each day - to still life arranged from his own collection of draperies, copper, brass, and pottery. He introduced us to 'Hunt's Talks on Art,' which we carried around like prayer books. His own talks were especially valuable.
Always immaculate, with light spats and black-ribboned eyeglasses, he would seize some fortunate student's palette and work for an hour while we all watched breathlessly (never a dab of paint on himself). This fine frenzy of his has been perpetuated in Sargent's portrait of him in the Metropolitan Museum.
He acquainted us with Millet and the Dutch and Spanish masters by the photographs he brought to class or by his own copies in his wonderful studio on 10th Street, which we were invited to visit on Saturday afternoons.'"
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| "Old Man Model" by Ella Condie Lamb |
To be in the 'Antique' class meant that a student drew from plaster casts. Capable of great concentration, she accepted the discipline of routine study.
'Professor Wilmarth started me on block head, feet, and hands. In the late afternoon we had a sketch class where we took turns posing, experimented with mediums, and admired each other's results as never in serious class work. Life classes - the men worked mornings, the women, afternoons - were all presided over by Professor Wilmarth. There were lectures in the evening, Frederick Dielman on perspective, J. Wells Champney gave us anatomy and brought us a human hand to show us how the tendons worked.'
Ella also met her two best friends, Laura Opper and Fannie Lee, at The Academy. All of them serious students, the three kindred spirits were also always ready for any fun, such as sketching expeditions and picnics in the spring. These were friendships that were broken only by death, forty-five years later.
Especially joyful were visits to the studios of professional artists. 'Every year, they kept open house. A studio was a mysterious place which filled my soul to the brim. The joy of being admitted to see intimately the surroundings and workshops of well-known artists! I went from room to room with awe and admiration.' She knew she had found her place, and wrote, 'I belonged to that world.'
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Steeley.)
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| "Portrait of a Young Model" by Ella Condie Lamb |
They lived on the northeast corner of 22nd Street and 9th Avenue in Kingston, NY, in a four-story house of which her father's business, a pharmacy, was the lowest floor. She attended Public School 45 for girls, and wrote:
'There was one study I never had enough of - Drawing, under Frank Melville. First geometric forms, until I was allowed to copy lithographs...and kept at it until some of my original badly designed panels decorated the back of the platform. Miss Tate, the principal, had an exaggerated idea of my ability. I was always sent with a companion to buy art materials for the school. It was an intense pleasure to handle the pretty papers and pick out crayons and pencils and the leather or paper stumps. I had many household chores to do, but the afternoons were my own. I usually spent the time drawing, sometimes from lithographs, sometimes from still life ... or copying illustrations by Jasper K. Kelly in 'St. Nicholas' magazine...I admired his vigorous drawings immensely.'
It is at this point in her memoirs that Ella wrote eloquently of her joy when at last she was allowed to study the disciplines of Art every day:
'Impatient was I to get to some artwork. Bowing to my sister Lizzie's illness and her coming home for a time with two children and my mother's need of help, wait I had to, until December 1878, when I entered the Antique class at the National Academy. Life opened and blossomed and was full to the brim with the fullness and rapture and absorption only a student of any form of art can know.'
Her formal training had begun, and a year later her brother-in-law, the noted engraver Victor Bernstrom, impressed by her ability, wrote, 'You stand on the threshold of an art world.' She was just sixteen."
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Seeley.)
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| "The English Cousin" by Ella Condie Lamb |
Ella's family were close, and consisted of an English mother, Sarah, a Scotch father, James, and three girls, one of whom was James' daughter from his first marriage. His first wife had died in childbirth. During the Civil War, James bought a farm in Kingston, New York, which became the home of his wife, three daughters, and father-in-law. Ella wrote of it:
'From the house one looked across the drive over to the apple orchard, which in the spring was a sea of white and pink, and underneath was the swing! Oh, the joy of lazily rocking back and forth gazing up at the blue sky through the pink blossoms! In the garden were lilies, from which we made fragrant chains, phlox, poppies, all quickly turned into ladies with ballet skirts. My mother, who had a passionate love of Nature, was very happy on the farm. This same love for nature must have been born in me...'
The move to the city entirely changed Ella's life, but respect and a sense of honor for the forms of tree and flower, forests, clouds, sky, mountains, indeed for all of Nature, had been established. She chose nature often as subject matter and would never presume to distort its forms - 'God's handiwork.' On the contrary, the natural world was to be closely observed and recorded with the same 'passionate love of nature' conveyed by her mother 'and born in me.'
At last came the time when all this dream-life ended. The WallKill Valley Railroad had the right-of-way. 'My father was forced to sell them land for their tracks. They cut down our fruit trees and on a rare June morning, as we said goodbye, my mother and I were openly weeping. I saw seven large cherry trees, lying prone, laden with unripe fruit. And so we came to the city, and I entered upon the serious business of life.'"
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(Excerpts from "Ella's Certain Window" by Barea Lamb Seeley.)