Landscape with a Lake Painting by Allston Washington
Allston is known for his analyses with the sensational topic and his utilization of light and environmental shading. In spite of the fact that his creation was little, it molded future American landscape painting by its sensational depictions of state of mind. Allston's work foreseen that of a line of American visionary painters including Albert Pinkham Ryder and Ralph Blakelock.
Landscape with a Lake
"A path with a figure by a lake leads the viewer into a stark landscape that has a haunting sense of emptiness. The plants in the foreground, the trees and gnarled trunks are all carefully rendered in great detail. Allston was the greatest of North America's Romantic painters. His landscapes glorify the natural wonders of the New World. As a young man, he studies in London ( where he was a pupil of his compatriot Benjamin West) and Rome. His early landscape paintings were directly inspired by the French artist Claude, who was much admired in England at the time. However, he soon developed a more sublime, melodramatic conception of the landscape in the manner of J M W Turner and John Martin. Allston's portraits and canvases on scriptural themes won him great acclaim, while the poetry he wrote was somewhat less enthusiastically received."
Beard, L., Butler, A., Cleave, C. V., Fortenberry, D., & Stirling, S. (2014). The art book. London: Phaidon Press.
• Wood canvas made from Birchwood sourced from sustainable Canadian forests
• UV set inks, meaning the print resists water
• Each wood print is made in Montreal, Canada
• Easy care, don’t touch the print if you don’t have to, but you can wipe it with a dry or damp cloth to remove dust
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First Love - Poem by Washington Allston
Ah me! how hard the task to bear
The weight of ills we know!
But harder still to dry the tear,
That mourns a nameless we.
If by the side of Lucy's wheel
I sit to see her spin,
My head around begins to reel,
My heart to beat within.
Or when on harvest holliday
I lead the dance along,
If Lucy chance to cross my way,
So sure she leads me wrong,
If I attempt the pipe to play,
And catch my Lucy's eye,
The trembling musick dies away,
And melts into a sigh.
Where'er I go, where'er I turn,
If Lucy there be found,
I seem to shiver, yet I burn,
My head goes swimming round.
I cannot bear to see her smile,
Unless she smile on me;
And if she frown, I sigh the while,
But know not whence it be.
Ah, what have I to Lucy done
To cause me so much stir?
From rising to the setting sun
I sigh, and think of her.
In vain I strive to join the throng
In social mirth and ease;
Now lonely woods I stray among,
For only woods can please.
Ah, me! this restless heart I fear
Will never be at rest,
'Till Lucy cease to live, or tear
Her image from my breast.
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