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of lilacs, a bunch of amaryllis in a glass pitcher, wild flowers on a red and white checked cloth. They are all living models with intense individuality. Anemones you find over and over again in his pictures, something in their flat surface and gorgeous tones seem to fascinate him. Sometimes he presents them with tulips, sometimes with mimosa, even with pansies. Tulips, too, are among his favorites. I especially remember a large bunch of languourous red gladioli that had drooped slightly, as they sometimes do in the sun, placed carelessly in a green pitcher with a background of pale rose. The flowers were painted very close to nature because you could look deep down into the very heart of each flower until you felt that curious hypnotism that comes from gazing long into an open petalled blossom, or into a piece of deep Egyptian blue stone. This effect is unusual if not unprecedented. The flower work of most artists [[strikethrough]] is frequently [[/strikethrough]] may be bright with tumultuous beauty, or delicate and fragile, or done with so light a fantasy that the flowers seem to have a spiritual quality, but I do not recall any other painted who [[strikethrough]] could [[/strikethrough]] induces this hypnotic quality that actual flowers have the power to invoke. William Glackens not only has painted dozens of canvasses of flowers from garden in many lands and placed them in containers, perhaps from China, perhaps New England, but he frequently uses flowers as accessories in his portrait paintings, either to enrich his canvass with color or to add to human loveliness that note of exotic beauty which he so particularly finds in these models from the garden.
One of his most famous canvasses, the painting of his daughter Lenna when she was about seven years old, shows her resting quietly on a beautiful old couch with brilliant red and yellow pillows in the background. In front of the lovely gentle figure is a rich jar of dazzling tulips in every shade of red, all relaxed in that natural way that Mr. Glackens has spoken of. The