Identifier: historyofar02faur (find matches)
Title: History of art
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Faure, Elie, 1873-1937 Pach, Walter, 1883-1958
Subjects: Art
Publisher: New York and London : Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: PIMS - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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drops, in clusters, and inmottlings, the most elaborate and elusive principles ofthe flowers, the sky, and the sea are evoked accordingto the changes in the harmonies with which they fillthe memory. The rare painting of Persia arrests thisfugitive splendor in every form depicted. The schoolflowers suddenly, to fade quickly, and to die in twocenturies because it had given out too much perfumeand brilliancy. It was like an enchanted dream inwhich for an hour there were blended the passionatesensuality of India, the mannerism of the Persians, theslow science of the Chinese, and the great fairy dreamworld of the Arabs. Rolling its treasure from the deserts of Arabia to thehappy islands of Japan, and from the Moghreb toIndia, Persian painting is like a deep ocean made upof all the ingenuous desires of the flesh, all the franknessof its intoxications, all the puerilities, the smiles, thewild and touching fancies of the primitive peoplessuddenly carried beyond the rosy gates of the paradise
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Behzade (Persia). Man painting. (From Les Miniatures Persanes.) 253 254 MEDIAEVAL ART of art ! ... It was an Eden where tigers trod on meadowsfull of flowers, where men and women in robes of silk—green, red, or blue—men and women with delicatenoses, little mouths, very long black eyes, and ovalfaces, were seated in a circle on beautiful embroideredcarpets. Trees in bloom rose against backgrounds allof gold. For the Persian there could never be enoughflowers: there are flowers on those lawns of almostblack green which make one feel that living water isnear; there are flowers among all the leaves, flowers onthe carpets, flowers everywhere, enormous flowerswhose trace is to be found even on the little cups ofcoral and of porcelain from which the ladies andgentlemen with golden spoons dip the candied flowers.In landscapes of red, green, or gold, whose naturalsymphonies take on the quality of a deep and preciousvelvet, nervous, delicate black horses with curvingnecks pass at a gallop,

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