Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, November 8, 1890 by Various
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for an oil-painting?
_The S.P._. One might--without some experience--which is just where it is so entirely wrong. A Pastel has no business to imitate the _technique_ of any other medium. _The R.L._ Oh, I think you are _so_ right. Because, after all, it _is_ only a Pastel, isn't it? and it oughtn't to pretend to be anything else. (_She looks reproachfully at the too ambitious Pastel_.) And it isn't as if it was _successful_, either--it won't bear being looked into at all closely. _The S.P._ You should never look at a Pastel closely; they are meant to be seen from a distance. _The R.L._ (_brightly_). Or else you miss the effect? I _quite_ see. Now, I like _this_--(_indicating a vague and streaky little picture_)--don't you? That's what I call a _real_ Pastel. _The S.P._ (_screwing up his eyes_). H'm! Yes. Perhaps. Clever-ish. Suggestive. _The R.L._ (_shocked_). Oh, _do_ you think so? I don't see anything of _that_ kind in it--at least, I don't think it can be _intentional_. _The S.P._ The beauty of Art _is_ to suggest, to give work for the imagination. _The R.L._ (_recovering herself_). I know so _exactly_ what you mean--just as one makes all sorts of things out of the patches of damp |
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