"Nay, but," some anciently or mediævally minded person will exclaim,

"we don't want to study cinquecento. We want severer, purer

conventionalism." What will you have? Egyptian ornament? Why, the whole

mass of it is made up of multitudinous human figures in every kind of

action--and magnificent action; their kings drawing their bows in their

chariots, their sheaves of arrows rattling at their shoulders; the

slain falling under them as before a pestilence; their captors driven

before them in astonied troops; and do you expect to imitate Egyptian

ornament without knowing how to draw the human figure? Nay, but you

will take Christian ornament--purest mediaeval Christian--thirteenth

century! Yes: and do you suppose you will find the Christian less

human? The least natural and most purely conventional ornament of the

Gothic schools is that of their painted glass; and do you suppose

painted glass, in the fine times, was ever wrought without figures? We

have got into the way, among our other modern wretchednesses, of trying

to make windows of leaf diapers, and of strips of twisted red and

yellow bands, looking like the patterns of currant jelly on the top of

Christmas cakes; but every casement of old glass contained a saint's

history. The windows of Bourges, Chartres, or Rouen have ten, fifteen,

or twenty medallions in each, and each medallion contains two figures

at least, often six or seven, representing every event of interest in

the history of the saint whose life is in question. Nay, but, you say

those figures are rude and quaint, and ought not to be imitated. Why,

so is the leafage rude and quaint, yet you imitate that. The coloured

border pattern of geranium or ivy leaf is not one whit better drawn, or

more like geraniums and ivy, than the figures are like figures; but you

call the geranium leaf idealized--why don't you call the figures so?

The fact is, neither are idealized, but both are conventionalized on

the same principles, and in the same way; and if you want to learn how

to treat the leafage, the only way is to learn first how to treat the

figure. And you may soon test your powers in this respect. Those old

workmen were not afraid of the most familiar subjects. The windows of

Chartres were presented by the trades of the town, and at the bottom of

each window is a representation of the proceedings of the tradesmen at

the business which enabled them to pay for the window. There are smiths

at the forge, curriers at their hides, tanners looking into their pits,

mercers selling goods over the counter--all made into beautiful

medallions. Therefore, whenever you want to know whether you have got

any real power of composition or adaptation in ornament, don't be

content with sticking leaves together by the ends,--anybody can do

that; but try to conventionalize a butcher's or a greengrocer's, with

Saturday night customers buying cabbage and beef. That will tell you if

you can design or not.

I can fancy your losing patience with me altogether just now. "We asked

this fellow down to tell our workmen how to make shawls, and he is only

trying to teach them how to caricature." But have a little patience

with me, and examine, after I have done, a little for yourselves into

the history of ornamental art, and you will discover why I do this. You

will discover, I repeat, that all great ornamental art whatever is

founded on the effort of the workman to draw the figure, and, in the

best schools, to draw all that he saw about him in living nature. The

best art of pottery is acknowledged to be that of Greece, and all the

power of design exhibited in it, down to the merest zigzag, arises

primarily from the workman having been forced to outline nymphs and

knights; from those helmed and draped figures he holds his power. Of

Egyptian ornament I have just spoken. You have everything given there

that the workman saw; people of his nation employed in hunting,

fighting, fishing, visiting, making love, building, cooking--everything

they did is drawn, magnificently or familiarly, as was needed. In

Byzantine ornament, saints, or animals which are types of various

spiritual power, are the main subjects; and from the church down to the

piece of enamelled metal, figure,--figure,--figure, always principal.

In Norman and Gothic work you have, with all their quiet saints, also

other much disquieted persons, hunting, feasting, fighting, and so on;

or whole hordes of animals racing after each other. In the Bayeux

tapestry, Queen Matilda gave, as well as she could,--in many respects

graphically enough,--the whole history of the conquest of England.

Thence, as you increase in power of art, you have more and more

finished figures, up to the solemn sculptures of Wells Cathedral, or

the cherubic enrichments of the Venetian Madonna dei Miracoli.

Therefore, I will tell you fearlessly, for I know it is true, you must

raise your workman up to life, or you will never get from him one line

of well-imagined conventionalism. We have at present no good ornamental

design. We can't have it yet, and we must be patient if we want to have

it. Do not hope to feel the effect of your schools at once, but raise

the men as high as you can, and then let them stoop as low as you need;

no great man ever minds stooping. Encourage the students, in sketching

accurately and continually from nature anything that comes in their

way--still life, flowers, animals; but, above all, figures; and so far

as you allow of any difference between an artist's training and theirs,

let it be, not in what they draw, but in the degree of conventionalism

you require in the sketch.

For my own part, I should always endeavour to give thorough artistical

training first; but I am not certain (the experiment being yet untried)

what results may be obtained by a truly intelligent practice of

conventional drawing, such as that of the Egyptians, Greeks, or

thirteenth century French, which consists in the utmost possible

rendering of natural form by the fewest possible lines. The animal and

bird drawing of the Egyptians is, in their fine age, quite magnificent

under its conditions; magnificent in two ways--first, in keenest

perception of the main forms and facts in the creature; and, secondly,

in the grandeur of line by which their forms are abstracted and

insisted on, making every asp, ibis, and vulture a sublime spectre of

asp or ibis or vulture power. The way for students to get some of this

gift again (_some_ only, for I believe the fulness of the gift

itself to be connected with vital superstition, and with resulting

intensity of reverence; people were likely to know something about

hawks and ibises, when to kill one was to be irrevocably judged to

death) is never to pass a day without drawing some animal from the

life, allowing themselves the fewest possible lines and colours to do

it with, but resolving that whatever is characteristic of the animal

shall in some way or other be shown. [Footnote: Plate 75 in Vol. V. of

Wilkinson's "Ancient Egypt" will give the student an idea of how to set

to work.] I repeat, it cannot yet be judged what results might be

obtained by a nobly practised conventionalism of this kind; but,

however that may be, the first fact,--the necessity of animal and

figure drawing, is absolutely certain, and no person who shrinks from

it will ever become a great designer.

One great good arises even from the first step in figure drawing, that

it gets the student quit at once of the notion of formal symmetry. If

you learn only to draw a leaf well, you are taught in some of our

schools to turn it the other way, opposite to itself; and the two

leaves set opposite ways are called "a design:" and thus it is supposed

possible to produce ornamentation, though you have no more brains than

a looking-glass or a kaleidoscope has. But if you once learn to draw

the human figure, you will find that knocking two men's heads together

does not necessarily constitute a good design; nay, that it makes a

very bad design, or no design at all; and you will see at once that to

arrange a group of two or more figures, you must, though perhaps it may

be desirable to balance, or oppose them, at the same time vary their

attitudes, and make one, not the reverse of the other, but the

companion of the other.

I had a somewhat amusing discussion on this subject with a friend, only

the other day; and one of his retorts upon me was so neatly put, and

expresses so completely all that can either be said or shown on the

opposite side, that it is well worth while giving it you exactly in the

form it was sent to me. My friend had been maintaining that the essence

of ornament consisted in three things:--contrast, series, and symmetry.

I replied (by letter) that "none of them, nor all of them together,

would produce ornament. Here"--(making a ragged blot with the back of

my pen on the paper)--"you have contrast; but it isn't ornament: here,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,"--(writing the numerals)--"You have series; but it

isn't ornament: and here,"--(sketching a rough but symmetrical "stick-

figure" sketch of a human body at the side)--"you have symmetry; but it

isn't ornament."

My friend replied:--

"Your materials were not ornament, because you did not apply them. I

send them to you back, made up into a choice sporting neckerchief:"

[Illustration: Sketch of a square of cloth decorated with a diagonal

grid pattern of stick-figure human forms, with repeated and reflected

ink-blot shapes at the corners and the digits 1 through 6 arranged into

simple symmetrical shapes and repeated around the border.]

Symmetrical figure Unit of diaper.

Contrast Corner ornaments.

Series Border ornaments.

"Each figure is converted into a harmony by being revolved on its two

axes, the whole opposed in contrasting series."

My answer was--or rather was to the effect (for I must expand it a

little, here)--that his words, "because you did not apply them,"

contained the gist of the whole matter;--that the application of them,

or any other things, was precisely the essence of design; the non-

application, or wrong application, the negation of design: that his use

of the poor materials was in this case admirable; and that if he could

explain to me, in clear words, the principles on which he had so used

them, he would be doing a very great service to all students of art.

"Tell me, therefore (I asked), these main points:

"1. How did you determine the number of figures you would put into the

neckerchief? Had there been more, it would have been mean and

ineffective,--a pepper-and-salt sprinkling of figures. Had there been

fewer, it would have been monstrous. How did you fix the number?

"2. How did you determine the breadth of the border and relative size

of the numerals?

"3. Why are there two lines outside of the border, and one only inside?

Why are there no more lines? Why not three and two, or three and five?

Why lines at all to separate the barbarous figures; and why, if lines

at all, not double or treble instead of single?

"4. Why did you put the double blots at the corners? Why not at the

angles of the chequers,--or in the middle of the border?

"It is precisely your knowing why _not_ to do these things, and

why to do just what you have done, which constituted your power of

design; and like all the people I have ever known who had that power,

you are entirely unconscious of the essential laws by which you work,

and confuse other people by telling them that the design depends on

symmetry and series, when, in fact, it depends entirely on your own

sense and judgment."

This was the substance of my last answer--to which (as I knew

beforehand would be the case) I got no reply; but it still remains to

be observed that with all the skill and taste (especially involving the

architect's great trust, harmony of proportion), which my friend could

bring to bear on the materials given him, the result is still only--a

sporting neckerchief--that is to say, the materials addressed, first,

to recklessness, in the shape of a mere blot; then to computativeness

in a series of figures; and then to absurdity and ignorance, in the

shape of an ill-drawn caricature--such materials, however treated, can

only work up into what will please reckless, computative, and vulgar

persons,--that is to say, into a sporting neckerchief. The difference

between this piece of ornamentation and Correggio's painting at Parma

lies simply and wholly in the additions (somewhat large ones), of truth

and of tenderness: in the drawing being lovely as well as symmetrical--

and representative of realities as well as agreeably disposed. And

truth, tenderness, and inventive application or disposition are indeed

the roots of ornament--not contrast, nor symmetry.

It ought yet farther to be observed, that _the nobler the materials,

the less their symmetry is endurable_. In the present case, the

sense of fitness and order, produced by the repetition of the figures,

neutralizes, in some degree, their reckless vulgarity; and is wholly,

therefore, beneficent to them. But draw the figures better, and their

repetition will become painful. You may harmlessly balance a mere

geometrical form, and oppose one quatrefoil or cusp by another exactly

like it. But put two Apollo Belvideres back to back, and you will not

think the symmetry improves them. _Whenever the materials of ornament

are noble, they must be various_; and repetition of parts is either

the sign of utterly bad, hopeless, and base work; or of the intended

degradation of the parts in which such repetition is allowed, in order

to foil others more noble.

Such, then, are a few of the great principles, by the enforcement of

which you may hope to promote the success of the modern student of

design; but remember, none of these principles will be useful at all,

unless you understand them to be, in one profound and stern sense,

useless. [Footnote: I shall endeavour for the future to put my self-

contradictions in short sentences and direct terms, in order to save

sagacious persons the trouble of looking for them.]

That is to say, unless you feel that neither you nor I, nor any one,

can, in the great ultimate sense, teach anybody how to make a good

design.

If designing _could_ be taught, all the world would learn: as all

the world reads--or calculates. But designing is not to be spelled, nor

summed. My men continually come to me, in my drawing class in London,

thinking I am to teach them what is instantly to enable them to gain

their bread. "Please, sir, show us how to design." "Make designers of

us." And you, I doubt not, partly expect me to tell you to-night how to

make designers of your Bradford youths. Alas! I could as soon tell you

how to make or manufacture an ear of wheat, as to make a good artist of

any kind. I can analyze the wheat very learnedly for you--tell you

there is starch in it, and carbon, and silex. I can give you starch,

and charcoal, and flint; but you are as far from your ear of wheat as

you were before. All that can possibly be done for any one who wants

ears of wheat is to show them where to find grains of wheat, and how to

sow them, and then, with patience, in Heaven's time, the ears will

come--or will perhaps come--ground and weather permitting. So in this

matter of making artists--first you must find your artist in the grain;

then you must plant him; fence and weed the field about him; and with

patience, ground and weather permitting, you may get an artist out of

him--not otherwise. And what I have to speak to you about, tonight, is

mainly the ground and the weather, it being the first and quite most

material question in this matter, whether the ground and weather of

Bradford, or the ground and weather of England in general,--suit wheat.

And observe in the outset, it is not so much what the present

circumstances of England are, as what we wish to make them, that we

have to consider. If you will tell me what you ultimately intend

Bradford to be, perhaps I can tell you what Bradford can ultimately

produce. But you must have your minds clearly made up, and be distinct

in telling me what you do want. At present I don't know what you are

aiming at, and possibly on consideration you may feel some doubt

whether you know yourselves. As matters stand, all over England, as

soon as one mill is at work, occupying two hundred hands, we try, by

means of it, to set another mill at work, occupying four hundred. That

is all simple and comprehensive enough--but what is it to come to? How

many mills do we want? or do we indeed want no end of mills? Let us

entirely understand each other on this point before we go any farther.

Last week, I drove from Rochdale to Bolton Abbey; quietly, in order to

see the country, and certainly it was well worth while. I never went

over a more interesting twenty miles than those between Rochdale and

Burnley. Naturally, the valley has been one of the most beautiful in

the Lancashire hills; one of the far away solitudes, full of old

shepherd ways of life. At this time there are not,--I speak

deliberately, and I believe quite literally,--there are not, I think,

more than a thousand yards of road to be traversed anywhere, without

passing a furnace or mill.

Now, is that the kind of thing you want to come to everywhere? Because,

if it be, and you tell me so distinctly, I think I can make several

suggestions to-night, and could make more if you give me time, which

would materially advance your object. The extent of our operations at

present is more or less limited by the extent of coal and ironstone,

but we have not yet learned to make proper use of our clay. Over the

greater part of England, south of the manufacturing districts, there

are magnificent beds of various kinds of useful clay; and I believe

that it would not be difficult to point out modes of employing it which

might enable us to turn nearly the whole of the south of England into a

brickfield, as we have already turned nearly the whole of the north

into a coal-pit. I say "nearly" the whole, because, as you are

doubtless aware, there are considerable districts in the south composed

of chalk renowned up to the present time for their downs and mutton.

But, I think, by examining carefully into the conceivable uses of

chalk, we might discover a quite feasible probability of turning all

the chalk districts into a limekiln, as we turn the clay districts into

a brickfield. There would then remain nothing but the mountain

districts to be dealt with; but, as we have not yet ascertained all the

uses of clay and chalk, still less have we ascertained those of stone;

and I think, by draining the useless inlets of the Cumberland, Welsh,

and Scotch lakes, and turning them, with their rivers, into navigable

reservoirs and canals, there would be no difficulty in working the

whole of our mountain districts as a gigantic quarry of slate and

granite, from which all the rest of the world might be supplied with

roofing and building stone.

Is this, then, what you want? You are going straight at it at present;

and I have only to ask under what limitations I am to conceive or

describe your final success? Or shall there be no limitations? There

are none to your powers; every day puts new machinery at your disposal,

and increases, with your capital, the vastness of your undertakings.

The changes in the state of this country are now so rapid, that it

would be wholly absurd to endeavour to lay down laws of art education

for it under its present aspect and circumstances; and therefore I must

necessarily ask, how much of it do you seriously intend within the next

fifty years to be coal-pit, brickfield, or quarry? For the sake of

distinctness of conclusion, I will suppose your success absolute: that

from shore to shore the whole of the island is to be set as thick with

chimneys as the masts stand in the docks of Liverpool: and there shall

be no meadows in it; no trees; no gardens; only a little corn grown

upon the housetops, reaped and threshed by steam: that you do not leave

even room for roads, but travel either over the roofs of your mills, on

viaducts; or under their floors, in tunnels: that, the smoke having

rendered the light of the sun unserviceable, you work always by the

light of your own gas: that no acre of English ground shall be without

its shaft and its engine; and therefore, no spot of English ground

left, on which it shall be possible to stand, without a definite and

calculable chance of being blown off it, at any moment, into small

pieces.

Under these circumstances, (if this is to be the future of England,) no

designing or any other development of beautiful art will be possible.

Do not vex your minds, nor waste your money with any thought or effort

in the matter. Beautiful art can only be produced by people who have

beautiful things about them, and leisure to look at them; and unless

you provide some elements of beauty for your workmen to be surrounded

by, you will find that no elements of beauty can be invented by them.

I was struck forcibly by the bearing of this great fact upon our modern

efforts at ornamentation in an afternoon walk, last week, in the

suburbs of one of our large manufacturing towns. I was thinking of the

difference in the effect upon the designer's mind, between the scene

which I then came upon, and the scene which would have presented itself

to the eyes of any designer of the middle ages, when he left his

workshop. Just outside the town I came upon an old English cottage, or

mansion, I hardly know which to call it, set close under the hill, and

beside the river, perhaps built somewhere in the Charles's time, with

mullioned windows and a low arched porch; round which, in the little

triangular garden, one can imagine the family as they used to sit in

old summer times, the ripple of the river heard faintly through the

sweetbrier hedge, and the sheep on the far-off wolds shining in the

evening sunlight. There, uninhabited for many and many a year, it had

been left in unregarded havoc of ruin; the garden-gate still swung

loose to its latch; the garden, blighted utterly into a field of ashes,

not even a weed taking root there; the roof torn into shapeless rents;

the shutters hanging about the windows in rags of rotten wood; before

its gate, the stream which had gladdened it now soaking slowly by,

black as ebony, and thick with curdling scum; the bank above it trodden

into unctuous, sooty slime: far in front of it, between it and the old

hills, the furnaces of the city foaming forth perpetual plague of

sulphurous darkness; the volumes of their storm clouds coiling low over

a waste of grassless fields, fenced from each other, not by hedges, but

by slabs of square stone, like gravestones, riveted together with iron.

That was your scene for the designer's contemplation in his afternoon

walk at Rochdale. Now fancy what was the scene which presented itself,

in his afternoon walk, to a designer of the Gothic school of Pisa--Nino

Pisano, or any of his men.

On each side of a bright river he saw rise a line of brighter palaces,

arched and pillared, and inlaid with deep red porphyry, and with

serpentine; along the quays before their gates were riding troops of

knights, noble in face and form, dazzling in crest and shield; horse

and man one labyrinth of quaint colour and gleaming light--the purple,

and silver, and scarlet fringes flowing over the strong limbs and

clashing mail, like sea-waves over rocks at sunset. Opening on each

side from the river were gardens, courts, and cloisters; long

successions of white pillars among wreaths of vine; leaping of

fountains through buds of pomegranate and orange: and still along the

garden-paths, and under and through the crimson of the pomegranate

shadows, moving slowly, groups of the fairest women that Italy ever

saw--fairest, because purest and thoughtfullest; trained in all high

knowledge, as in all courteous art--in dance, in song, in sweet wit, in

lofty learning, in loftier courage, in loftiest love--able alike to

cheer, to enchant, or save, the souls of men. Above all this scenery of

perfect human life, rose dome and bell-tower, burning with white

alabaster and gold; beyond dome and bell-tower the slopes of mighty

hills, hoary with olive; far in the north, above a purple sea of peaks

of solemn Apennine, the clear, sharp-cloven Carrara mountains sent up

their steadfast flames of marble summit into amber sky; the great sea

itself, scorching with expanse of light, stretching from their feet to

the Gorgonian isles; and over all these, ever present, near or far--

seen through the leaves of vine, or imaged with all its march of clouds

in the Arno's stream, or set with its depth of blue close against the

golden hair and burning cheek of lady and knight,--that untroubled and

sacred sky, which was to all men, in those days of innocent faith,

indeed the unquestioned abode of spirits, as the earth was of men; and

which opened straight through its gates of cloud and veils of dew into

the awfulness of the eternal world;--a heaven in which every cloud that

passed was literally the chariot of an angel, and every ray of its

Evening and Morning streamed from the throne of God.

What think you of that for a school of design?

I do not bring this contrast before you as a ground of hopelessness in

our task; neither do I look for any possible renovation of the Republic

of Pisa, at Bradford, in the nineteenth century; but I put it before

you in order that you may be aware precisely of the kind of difficulty

you have to meet, and may then consider with yourselves how far you can

meet it. To men surrounded by the depressing and monotonous

circumstances of English manufacturing life, depend upon it, design is

simply impossible. This is the most distinct of all the experiences I

have had in dealing with the modern workman. He is intelligent and

ingenious in the highest degree--subtle in touch and keen in sight: but

he is, generally speaking, wholly destitute of designing power. And if

you want to give him the power, you must give him the materials, and

put him in the circumstances for it. Design is not the offspring of

idle fancy: it is the studied result of accumulative observation and

delightful habit. Without observation and experience, no design--

without peace and pleasurableness in occupation, no design--and all the

lecturings, and teachings, and prizes, and principles of art, in the

world, are of no use, so long as you don't surround your men with happy

influences and beautiful things. It is impossible for them to have

right ideas about colour, unless they see the lovely colours of nature

unspoiled; impossible for them to supply beautiful incident and action

in their ornament, unless they see beautiful incident and action in the

world about them. Inform their minds, refine their habits, and you form

and refine their designs; but keep them illiterate, uncomfortable, and

in the midst of unbeautiful things, and whatever they do will still be

spurious, vulgar, and valueless.

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