all again. It was a show which needed to be seen more than once.
THE first exhibition of the season at the Macbeth Galleries was of paintings by Hovsep Pushman who is a sensitive colorist, There is much to admire in his arrangements, little to offend. His paintings do not thrill because Mr. Pushman in painting them was not thrilled. Emotion on the part of the artist begets emotion in those who come to admire. Van Gogh was moved when he worked and therefore his works move us, So has it ever been.
In another room were shown paintings by a group of artists: Hayley Lever, Gardner Symons, Ben Foster and Robert Henri. Of the four men I felt that the work of Hayley Lever betrayed the most emotion. Gardner Symons is always good, yet he never quite reaches the goal. He is as a golf player who plays in excellent form but who lacks the swing to get into the class with Travis, Evans or Quimet. Lever has the swing but lacks the form. Robert Henri is the slave of a technique. The men who change the course of art are those who make technique a servant and who recognize no master but the divinity within them.
TWO SISTERSBy Mary Cassatt
THE first exhibition of the season at the Durand-Ruel Galleries is of work by Mary Cassatt. Mary Cassatt, among American painters, occupies a unique position. She has the distinction of being ranked by those whose opinion I would value the most as the greatest living woman painter in the world. Like Degas, whom she so admired, she has become almost totally blind. I wonder if the blind painter can still create in his mind's eye new harmonics of tone, new visions of delight, just as Beethoven, the deaf musician, created new harmonies of sound, complicated chords which he had never heard.
Mary Cassatt's work is filled with beauty, the beauty of everyday life which she has seen with eyes of love. Maternal love is often her theme, as in her variations of that wondrous motive, mother and child. It has furnished the greatest masters with the theme which moved them the most: Cimabue, Raphael, Rodin. Miss Cassatt has less strength in her art than Manet, less abandon than Renoir in his later work, less science than Manet, and yet, without her paintings and those of Berthe Morizot the Impressionist movement would have been one-sided. Just as Raphael is the complement of Michael Angelo so Mary Cassatt completes the movement of which Manet is the other pole.
IT is a pleasure to know that the Powell Gallery is to be kept up. Mrs. Powell has opened a gallery in West 57th Street, the first floor of a dwelling. It has the advantages of seeming like a home, and that is the best setting paintings can have. The present exhibition is of work by Florence W. Gotthold. The work is very good in color, well composed, but, unfortunately, lamentably weak in drawing. When, oh, when, will budding genius learn that drawing is as essential to a work of graphic art as oxygen is to
