 William Glackens |
Everything worth while in our art is due to the influence of French art. We have not yet arrived at a national art. The old idea that American art, that a national art, is to become a fact by the reproduction of local subjects, though a few still cling to it, has long since been put in the discard... Our own art is arid and bloodless. It is like nothing so much as dry bones. It shows that we are afraid to be repulsive, afraid to forget restraint, afraid above everything to appear ridiculous... |
