William Trost Richards: A Lesser-Known American Great The Society July 26, 2013 Art, News of Note 3 Comments By Christine Lin NEW YORK—How could staring at a canvas barely two square feet transport a person to the hillsides of Pennsylvania or the glass-like waters of Lake Placid? How could a painting of a farm that existed 150 years ago feel so viscerally real and immediate? This is the genius of William Trost Richards, a 19th century American landscape painter. His skill is as great as his heroes Thomas Cole and Frederic Edwin Church, though to this day the public has not given him the same degree of recognition. A small selection from Richards’s work is showing at the National Academy Museum on the Upper East Side until Sept. 8. “William Trost Richards: Visions of Land and Sea” is a visual and intellectual treat. And the fact that the exhibit is at the National Academy Museum gives the added satisfaction of discovering a hidden gem. What’s remarkable about this show is the cohesiveness in the artist’s oeuvre. Richards’s handling of colors, the fineness of his brushwork, and the subtle transitions of light across the topography are all superbly done—consistently. If there were such a thing as batting averages for painters, Richards’s would be extremely high. Even his sketches, used as preparation for larger final works in oil or watercolor, are done with the same high level of care… Read the rest of the story on The Epoch Times. Featured Image: “Tintagel,” 1881, watercolor on paper mounted down to board by William Trost Richards Related Post Poetry on the Photography of Mark Wyatt All photos by Mark Wyatt / All poetry by Neal Dachstadter Chant of the Wooded Hall Chlorophyll concordant eaves Soaring ceiling, verdant ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Evan Mantyk July 26, 2013 A poem I wrote a few years ago after visiting Tintagel… Tintagel I wandered through a forest In the Cornish countryside Like some grand old quest Through where giants and elves used to hide. Branches gnarled like magic wands, Wearing robes of moss and ivy, Bejeweled with streams and ponds Hiding in each forest valley. Then, I wandered further out To where the rolling Cornish hills End their cavernous hedge lined routes And crash down with a thrill. Smashing with rock against ocean, The land pounds the immense coast, A battle of vast proportion Observed from my earthly post. The Forces of Man stand tall and proud Filled up with stubborn rock, Draped in a grassy green shroud, Over the eons, taking stock. The Forces of Nature peer back, So endlessly flat and deep, An earthquake or tidal attack Would put man to fatal sleep. Speckled on the battlefield Are stairways, bridges, boats, and paths Where tiny people try not to yield To the war’s grinding wrath. Pushing forward on their way Cherishing virtue in their hearts Waking up each day, Creating beauty by playing their parts. There, perched upon a mountain, Confronting the timeless sea Are Tintagel Castle’s ruins, Where King Arthur came to be. Reply Bruce Dale Wise August 6, 2013 Your Tintagel had some excellent lines with striking imagery, like the simple “Wearing robes of moss and ivy,” or the brief, yet breathtaking, “And crash down with a thrill.” Tintagel, 1881,William Trost Richards Tintagel Castle stands upon the Cornish shore above the headland Barras Head. The pink-white rock walls fall down to mist-frothed waves of the cold north sea— the Celtic—and gulls flying, where, according to one Geoffrey of Monmouth, King Arthur was conceived. Upon a sloping hill, a flock of sheep do walk and graze beside outcrops, diagonally cleaved. The ruined castle stands at a remove, beyond the once tin-streaming industry, medieval royalty, and tourists fascinated with distant legends, like William Trost Richards’ depiction of the “fort of the constriction,” magnified magnificence. Reply http://Www.blogigo.com/ August 24, 2014 Pretty! This has been an extremely wpnderful post. Thank you for providing these details. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.