“ No, art is not an element of corruption. The man who drinks from a wooden bowl is nearer to the brute that drinks from a stone trough than he who quenches his thirst from a crystal cup; and the artist who gave the glass its shape, impressed as in a mould of bronze by the simple means of a second's breath and yet more cheaply than the fashioning of the wooden bowl, has done more to ennoble and improve his neighbour than any inventor of a system: in his work he gives him the use and the enjoyment of things for which orators can only create a craving. ”
Summary
The Mind of the Artist, an anonymous treatise on artistic practice and philosophy, examines the role of painters in translating natural and imagined forms into enduring visual language. Through analyses of masters like Titian, Raphael, and Rembrandt, it explores themes of hue, arrangement, and the artist’s capacity to elevate human experience through technical skill and imaginative vision.
The text emphasizes painting’s purpose as the accurate rendering of form and spirit, advocating for thorough study of nature and the transformative power of art to elevate society. Its synthesis underscores the painter’s role as both scholar and poet, harmonizing exactitude with transcendent expression.
Quotes from The Mind of the Artist ()
“ The purpose of art is no other than to delineate the form and express the spirit of an object, animate or inanimate, as the case may be. The use of art is to produce copies of things; and if an artist has a thorough knowledge of the properties of the thing he paints he can assuredly make a name. Just as a writer of profound erudition and good memory has ever at his command an inexhaustible supply of words and phrases which he freely makes use of in writing, so can a painter, who has accumulated experience by drawing from nature, paint any object without a conscious effort. ”
“ It seems painted in (their) juicy, fat colour, the parts completed one after another upon the bare pannel, the same as frescoes upon the flattened wall. Simplicity of tint and of colour prevails; no staining or mottled varieties: the flesh, both in light and shadow, is produced by one mixed up tint so melted that no mark of the brush is seen. There is here no scratching or scumbling—no repetitions; all seems prepared at once for the glaze, which, simple as the painting is, gives to it with fearless hand the richness and glow of Correggio. ”
