Landscapes, Horses, Peoples, Romania, Turk, Arab, Wallachian Travellers
Wallachian Travellers At An Inn"
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"Study of a Turk" Study of an Arab"
"Adolphe Schreyer"
Horses, Peoples, Romania, Turk, Arab, Wallachian Travellers
3 separate pages of an article by Prince Bojidar Karageorgevitch published 1886.
The article has 6 black-white wood engravings of Wallachian life made
after paintings and sketches by Adolphe Schreyer. The are three sepia-colored sketches by Schreyer.
Page size: 30 x 22.5 cm (11.8 x 8.8")
Approximate text:
WALLACHIAS TRAVELLERS AT AN THN.
(From the Printing by Achithe Schreuer)
ADOLPHE SCHREYER.
BY PRINCE BOUDAR KALAGRONG KVITOIL
WAS somewhat alarmed, I mus own, when I was asked to write a Life of Schreyer for THE MAGAZINE OF silky is the horse's cont, mal flexible his neck- as only in Arali's can bet All Africa seemed to rise before me, conjured up by this figure so true as a whole, in its general effect and its smallest details, I often went to look at it, making a little round
I
ART. I knew the
name, but nothing
of his work survived
distinetly in my memory. I was at Vientia, and while yet hesitating us to my reply, I every day passed a print shop where two engravings attracted me irresistibly one by Ajdukiewicz, "The Emperor of Austria," surrounded by his maguificent staff'; the horses marvellously drawn and full of life-cavalry horses, giving me the very same impression as those I saw at every military review. The other print called up before me all the charm, the glow, the dreaminess of Afrion, A horseman on a thorough-bred Arab, standing on the top of a hillock, is surveying a vast plain the smoke of a cannon like a tiny cloud on the horizon hangs for un instant in the hot, quivering atmo sphere. The attitude is noble, grandly indifferent;
to pass the shop-window. But one day it was gone, and the Ajdukiewicz too luud disappeared. I felt quite angry, and walked on quickly, indig nant with the dealer who had removed my prints. However, one day soon after, 1 stopped again to look. In the midst of much that was commonplace, one engraving arrested my attention three horses dragging a sleigh through snow up to their girths The sky was grey, heavy, gloomy; the pitiless snow helping Death to olntch its proy, Utter dejection seemed to enwrap the horses and the driver. And here again all was true; the very spirit of the North, where also I had lived, impressed me as vividly as the Arab horseman of the other print: and looking closer. I discovered the signature Schreyer"-that very Schreyer whose Life I had just been asked to write! Here was a coincidence. I went into the shop to make inquiries about the artist, and the first thing I saw was the Amb horseman and that too was by Schreyor.
