certainly none that has the appearance of a trysting tree, which is always of a peculiar and easily-recognisable shape. Leafy June would do, had I not been so unwise as to employ Burnt Sienna rather generously, which has made the foliage decidedly autumnal, wherefore I wish the purple which I have put in the foreground to be taken for heather in full bloom. And there is no Workhouse in the whole composition.
Again, the least imaginative artists simply give to their pictures the names of the places they represent, so—
| No. 51. | Wugfrid Westonhaugh. |
| Clapham Common, from the Bandstand. | |
But this is mere label-writing ill fitting an artist. I can do as much every time I write an address for the harp in the harp-case. A beautiful water-colour is worthy of a better description. But what? But what?
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A Large Number of Trees suggests itself to me.
This is, I think, a new line in titles. It has the merit, moreover, of giving the beholder a hint, which perhaps, now that I look at the thing again, may be of service to him or her.
This is a good idea. It provides me with an unfailing principle in my choice of titles, and it
