‘Become a Doctor, Bury Your Pictures’- Advice to a Poor Painter! (Post No.6291)

Image of Whistler

Compiled by London swaminathan


Date: 21 April 2019

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Post No. 6291

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Whistler Anecdotes !

Whistler completed a portrait for a wealthy and highly placed client, who was dissatisfied with the finished work.
“I really think Mr Whistler, he explained, that it is a bad work of art.”
Whistler shrugged and looked coolly at the man. He said, “but then you must admit that you are not a good work of nature.”

(James Abbott McNeill Whistler was an American artist, active during the American Gilded Age and based primarily in the United Kingdom. He was averse to sentimentality and moral allusion in painting, and was a leading proponent of the credo “art for art’s sake”. Wikipedia

Born11 July 1834, Lowell, Massachusetts, United States

Died17 July 1903,  LONDON)


Frame the Poem, not the Picture

Whistler once admired a picture Rossetti was painting and sometime afterward asked him how it was going.
“All right, said Rossetti, I have ordered a stunning frame for it” .

Later Whistler saw it framed, but not at all advanced in execution. “You have done nothing to it since I saw it, have you?”
“No,oo,said Rossetti, but I have written a stunning sonnet on the subject”.
“Then, replied Whistler, take out the picture and frame the sonnet”.

(Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), generally known as Dante Gabriel Rossetti(/rəˈzɛti/),[1] was a British poet, illustrator, painter and translator, and a member of the Rossetti family).

Whistler and Turner Rivalry

Whistler detested Turner. Unwittingly a lady approached him one day requesting Mr Whistler, my husband has discovered in an auction shop what he thinks are two genuine Turners. Would you be kind enough to come and tell us whether they are genuine Turners or imitation Turners.
Madam, said Whistler, that is a fine distinction.

(Joseph Mallord William Turner RA (23 April 1775 – 19 December 1851), known as J. M. W. Turner and contemporarily as William Turner,[a] was an English Romantic painter, printmaker and watercolourist. He is known for his expressive colourisations, imaginative landscapes and turbulent, often violent marine paintings.)


Bury your Paintings!

A painter was advised to turn a physician:
For now all his faults were seen; then they would be buried.


I like Ladies Room!

Helen Westley, the actress, while playing in a Theatre Guild Show in Chicago, decided to see the sight s of the city. Some days later, a culture bitten colleague enthusiastically raised the subject of her visit to the galleries of the Art Institute.
The room of contemporary American painters is superb! She chanted.

“I prefer the Rembrandt room”, commented Frank Reicher. Then everyone turned questioningly to the noted character actress.

“And which room in the museum do you prefer, Helen?”
“I, remarked, the incorrigible Miss Westley without blinking an eyelash,
“Why I prefer the ladies room.”

(Helen Westley (born Henrietta Remsen Meserole Manney; March 28, 1875 – December 12, 1942) was an American character actress).
Have you seen an Angel?
At a showing of the work of Rockwell Kent, a woman, who had been gazing at one of his celebrated angels, approached him and said,
No angel ever looked like that!
Have you ever seen an angel, Madam? asked Kent.

Xxxx Subham xxxx

Never Draw Caricature, Hogarth’s Advice to a Lady! (Post No.6272)

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Date: 16 April 2019

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Post No. 6272

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Painting and Drawing Anecdotes

The great moral satirist, Hogarth, was once drawing in a room where many of his friends were assembled, and among them a young lady. As she stood by Hogarth, she expressed a wish to learn to draw caricature.
“Alas! Young lady, said Hogarth, it is not a faculty to be envied. Take my advice, never draw caricature — by the long practice of it I have lost the enjoyment of beauty. I never see a face but distorted. I have never the satisfaction of to behold the human face divine.”

William Hogarth



William Hogarth FRSA was an English painter, printmaker, pictorial satirist, social critic, and editorial cartoonist. Wikipedia

Born10 November 1697, London

Died26 October 1764, London


SeriesA Harlot’s ProgressBeer Street and Gin LaneMORE

Place of burialSt Nicholas’ Church, LondonSt. Nicholas’s Churchyard, London

Known forPaintingEngravingSatire


Lord’s Commandments – Abraham Licoln

Abraham Lincoln was shown a picture done by a very indifferent hand, and asked to give a opinion of it.
Why? said Lincoln, the painter is a very good painter and observes the Lord’s commandments
What do you mean by that, Mr Lincoln?
Why I think, answered Lincoln, that he hath not made to himself the likeness of anything that is in the heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath or that is in the waters under the earth.


Nature is creeping up

On one occasion a woman said to Whistler,
I just came up from the country this morning along the Thames and there was an exquisite haze in the atmosphere which reminded me so much of your little things. It was really a perfect series of Whistlers.
“Yes, Madame, Whistler responded gravely,
Nature is creeping up.”

James Abbott McNeill Whistler

American artist


James Abbott McNeill Whistler was an American artist, active during the American Gilded Age and based primarily in the United Kingdom. He was averse to sentimentality and moral allusion in painting, and was a leading proponent of the credo “art for art’s sake”. Wikipedia

Born11 July 1834, Lowell, Massachusetts, United States

Died17 July 1903, London

PeriodsModern artImpressionismRealismSymbolismAestheticismTonalismJaponism


What is Art?

Degas stopped to look at each canvas, and presently gave a little exclamation of disgust.
“To think, he remarked, that not one of these fellows has ever gone so far to ask himself what art is all about!”

“Well, what is all about? “Countered the critic.
“I have spent my whole life trying to find out . If I knew I should have done something about it long ago”.

Thank God, I don’t know my style!

Ambroise Vollard once told Degas of a painter who had come to him, exclaiming,
“At last I have found my true style!”

“Well, said Degas, I am glad I have not found my style yet. I would be bored to death.”

Edgar Degas

French artist


Edgar Degas was a French artist famous for his paintings, sculptures, prints, and drawings. He is especially identified with the subject of dance; more than half of his works depict dancers. Regarded as one of the founders of Impressionism, he rejected the term, preferring to be called a realist.Wikipedia

Born19 July 1834, Paris, France

Died27 September 1917, Paris, France

PeriodsImpressionismModern artRealismNeoclassicism

Full nameHilaire-Germain-Edgar De Gas
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More Eccentricity Anecdotes (Post No.5171)

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Date: 2 JULY 2018


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Post No. 5171


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A story of Isadora Duncan’s:-
At the hotel Trianon D’ Annuncio had a gold fish which he loved. It was in a wonderful crystal bowl and D’Annunzio used to feed it and talk to it. The gold fish would agitate it’s fins and open and shut its mouth as though to answer him.

One day when i was staying at Trianon I said to the maitre d’hotel
Where is the gold fish of D’ Annunzio.?

Ah, Madam, sorrowful story!
D’Annuncio went to Italy and told us to take care of it.
The gold fish, he said, is so near to my heart. It is a symbol of my happiness! And he kept telegraphing
How is my beloved Adolphus?

One day Adolphus swam a little slowly round the bowl and ceased ask for D’Annuncio. I took it and threw it out of window. But there came a telegram from D’Annunzio
“Feel Adolphus is not well”.
I wired back Adolphus dead; died last night.
D’Annuncio  replied ‘Bury him in the garden. Arrange his grave’.
So I took a sardine and wrapped it in silver paper and buried it in the garden and put a cross
Here lies Adolphus

D’Annuncio  returned ‘Where is the grave of my Adolphus?
I showed him the grave in the garden and he brought many flowers to it and stood for a long time weeping tears upon it

((General Gabriele D’Annunzio, Prince of Montenevoso, Duke of Gallese OMS CMG MVM(Italian pronunciation: [ɡabriˈɛːle danˈnuntsjo]; 12 March 1863 – 1 March 1938), sometimes spelled d’Annunzio,[2] was an Italian writer, poet, journalist, playwright and soldier during World War I. He occupied a prominent place in Italian literature from 1889 to 1910 and later political life from 1914 to 1924. He was often referred to under the epithets Il Vate (“the Poet”)[3] or Il Profeta (“the Prophet”).))


Edward W.Bok told :-
“I was asked to come to a breakfast at Oscar Wilde’s house, and noticed as I sat down that next to me, at my left had been placed a man instead of the usual rotation. I turned to my left to find my neighbor had pushed his chair back from the table about three feet, and buried his chin in his shirt bosom and was reaching forth for his eatable s and practically eating them from his lap, his cup resting upon on his knee. There was something familiar about the features of my neighbor who was eating in the most grotesque fashion I ever saw and yet I couldn’t place him. I looked for his place card, but I could see none. So I shoved back my chair and tried to engage him in conversation. But I was not rewarded by even a glance. When I asked a question I received either no answer at all or a grunt. After a few heroic efforts, I gave up the struggle.

At the close of the breakfast I asked Wilde,
Who in the world was that chap on my left?
I know, returned Wilde, I saw your valiant struggle. He gets that way once in a while, and this morning happened to be one of those whiles. That was Whistler!

((James Abbott McNeill Whistler (/ˈwɪslər/; July 10, 1834[1][2][3][4][5] – July 17, 1903) was an American artist, active during the American Gilded Age and based primarily in the United Kingdom. He was averse to sentimentality and moral allusion in painting, and was a leading proponent of the credo “art for art’s sake“. His famous signature for his paintings was in the shape of a stylized butterfly possessing a long stinger for a tail.))


Alexander Pope said,

“Dean Swift has an old blunt way that is mistaken by strangers for ill nature: it is so odd that there is no describing it but by facts. I will tell you one that first comes into my head.
One evening John Gay and I went to see him. You know how intimately we were all acquainted. On our coming in, “Heyday , gentleman “ (says the doctor) what is the meaning of this visit?

How come you two to  leave all the great lads that you are so fond of, to come here to see a poor dean?
Because we would rather see you than any of them.
Aye, anyone that did not know you so well so well as I do might believe you. But since you have come, I must get some supper for you, I suppose.

No doctor, we have supped already
Supped already? Why it’s not eight o clock yet . That is very strange, but if you had not supped, I must have got something for you. Let me see what should i have had?
A couple of lobsters? Ay that would have done very well, two shillings, tarts a shilling. But you will drink a glass of wine with me, though you supped so much before your usual time, only to spare my pocket.
No we had rather talk with you than drink with you ,
But if you had supped with me, as in all reason you ought to have done, you must then have drank with me. A bottle of wine, two shillings. Two and two is four, and one is five. Just two and six pence a piece
There Pope, there is a half a crown for you, and there is another for you, Gay,

sir, for I won’t save anything by you I am determined

This was all said and done with his usual seriousness on such occasions and in spite of everything we could say to contrary, he actually obliged us to take the money.”

((Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745) was an Anglo-Irish[1] satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for the Whigs, then for the Tories), poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin.[2]

Swift is remembered for works such as A Tale of a Tub (1704), An Argument Against Abolishing Christianity (1712), Gulliver’s Travels (1726), and A Modest Proposal (1729). He is regarded by the Encyclopædia Britannica as the foremost prose satirist in the English language,[1] and is less well known for his poetry.))

Xxx SUBHAM xxx

Rough and Ready Anecdotes (Post No.3401)

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Date: 29 November 2016


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Post No.3401


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Charles Fox, the English statesman, once asked a tradesman for his vote. the tradesman answered,

“I admire your abilities, but damn your principles”, to which Fox replied,

“My friend, I applaud your sincerity, but damn your manners.


A bad man rushed into a saloon brandishing his guns and shooting to the right and left. he stood in the middle of the floor and shouted,

“All you dirty skunks get out of here!”. The bar was virtually emptied in one wild burst of confusion, but as the smoke cleared it revealed one imperturbable man calmly finishing his drink at the bar. the bad man lumbered over to him.

“Well”, said the other, “there was sure a lot of them, wasn’t there?”



A legend has it that Will Rogers once walked up to the gate of Buckingham Place and said to the guard,

“ I am Will Rogers and I have come to see the King” The guards drew themselves up haughtily and Rogers continued,

“You tell him that when the Prince of Wales was out my way, he told me to look up his old man sometime, so here I am”. Rogers was admitted, had a long chat with the king and stayed to lunch.


An ambitious youth once sent his first manuscript to Dumas, asking the distinguished novelist to become his collaborator. the latter was astounded at the impertinence, angrily seizing his pen he wrote, “How dare you, sir, yoke together a noble horse and a contemptible ass?”


he received the following reply:

“How dare you, sir, call me a horse?”

His anger vanished and he wrote,

“Send on your manuscripts, my friend; I gladly accept your proposition.”



Clyde Fitch tells the following story of Whistler. The artist was in Paris at the time of Coronation of King Edward, and at a reception one evening a duchess said to him:

I believe you know King Edward, Mr Whistler.”

“No, Madame, replied Whistler.

“Why  ,that is odd, she murmured, “ I met the King at a dinner party last year, and he said that he knew you”

“Oh, said the painter, that was just his brag”.