ABSTRACT
Architecture, painting and writing were all running into blind alleys as the exponents were not expressing themselves but feasting, like cannibals, on each other; superficialities were notes and copied ad nauseam to the utter exclusion of all that is genuine, healthy and sane. The artist has had great experience previously in the exposition of industrialism and mechanical force, which is the reason for thorough handling and acquaintance with the motive side of subject in the instance. The style of clarity and even of radiance, an economy and exactness of description, and a purity of phrasing which make us wonder at the possibilities. The sensitive soul of hero is given all the tortures of a crude actuality, both in school life and with a sordid family stricken by poverty and misfortune. There is the hopelessness of human love, inadequately treated, but rising to a fine poetic ecstasy.
