A
work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.
If I ventured to describe that attitude, there would be a fine howl--but there the Venus lies, for anybody to gloat over that wants to--and there she has a right to lie, for she is a
work of art, and Art has its privileges.
I was allowed to see the first trial, or preliminary rehearsal, of this
work of art. I don't in the least understand the merits of silk and lace; but one thing I know--my wife will be the most beautiful woman at the ball.
With certain obvious lapses in its art, and with an art that is at its best very simple, and perhaps primitive, the book is still a
work of art. I knew this, in a measure then, as I know it now, and yet neither the literary pride I was beginning to have in the perception of such things, nor the powerful appeal it made to my sympathies, sufficed to impassion me of it.
The best of beauty is a finer charm than skill in surfaces, in outlines, or rules of art can ever teach, namely a radiation from the
work of art of human character,--a wonderful expression through stone, or canvas, or musical sound, of the deepest and simplest attributes of our nature, and therefore most intelligible at last to those souls which have these attributes.
Yet, be it understood, I shall not limit my ambition to this - or even to producing 'a perfect
work of art': time and talents so spent, I should consider wasted and misapplied.
This
work of art was executed at the natural height at which an idle fellow, be he Phoenician workman or British cad, is in the habit of trying to immortalise himself at the expense of nature's masterpieces, namely, about five feet from the ground.
It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other
work of art. It is the
work of art nearest to life itself.
"Shall we say twenty guineas for this
work of art?--fifteen, five, name your own price.
"A crime," he said slowly, "is like any other
work of art. Don't look surprised; crimes are by no means the only works of art that come from an infernal workshop.
heart, or a shilling for a pair of chromolithographic pictures or delft figures to place on his mantelboard, suffered greater privation for the sake of possessing a
work of art than the great landlord or shareholder who paid a thousand pounds, which he was too rich to miss, for a portrait that, like Hogarth's Jack Sheppard, was only interesting to students of criminal physiognomy.
"Madam Nature," he said, "I beg your pardon." With those words, he composedly tore his
work of art into small pieces, and scattered them out of the window.