7b 86-B 17647 GUTZON BORGLUM L HOFFMAN MASK OF WOMAN IN GROUP "I have piped unto you and ye have not danced." EXHIBITION OF SCULPTURE BY GUTZON BORGLUM AVERY LIBRARY COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY FEBRUARY TWENTY-EIGHT NINETEEN FOURTEEN Copyright, 19 14, by Gutzon Borglum. PAGE THREE PREFACE UTZON BORGLUM, philos- opher, poet, and student, is the type of man that stands alone, thinks alone, and acts alone; bound to no con- ventions, a nonconformist. He speaks as he thinks; whether one thing to-day and another to-morrow, the same force, the same sincerity of purpose, the same individual are always present. His na- tive talent and culture have drawn him towards the very confines of eternity; to the regions of mystic shadows that have ever stirred the souls of men. His vivid imagination binds him to no particular "ism." He finds a fascination in them all, and from each are chosen the haunt- ing flowers and woven with masterly skill into garlands of beauty; into forms, and souls, and dreams. He believes that the very essence of sculpture is correctness, and there seems to be a perfect agree- ment between his understanding and his imagination. With him knowledge points the way and imagination, like a playful child, romps behind. Intelli- gence alone the enchanted path to things beautiful. His thirsting desire to know has plunged him headlong into fields abstruse, and with the generous mind and innocent heart of the child he takes us by the hand, wants us to go along and enjoy the good things too. PAGE FOUR Many attempt but never perform; Borglum performs. A man's work self judges, fixes his capacity. The savage with his rudely carved image might properly regard the figure as the most remarkable piece of art imaginable, when we measure the extent of his in- tellect. Therefore Borglum will tell you that it is the intellect that sends the chips of marble flying and not the hand. The beauty that pleases is the beauty he fol- lows. Truth and perfection his constant aims. To him the soul that renders such work commands. He follows nature, not as the fox the hare, but rather as the father his lost child. Borglum gives us no pledge and his spirit exults in an un- trammeled freedom. He feels indebted to nobody, and the wide world is at once his temple and playground. There is nothing impassive in his creations; they teem with emotion, feeling, and life. He seeks the relations of things and welds his links together in a masterly manner. He employs no Fabian tactics, but marches boldly to the front, relinquish- ing no conquered territory without a bit- ter struggle. America, the land of his birth, he makes his home. He is keenly alive to the treasures that lie hidden in every page of his country's history. Theme upon theme surge through his heart and his mind, as restless as the ocean. Like a fretting horse he is eager to be off. Nothing seems to satisfy his parched soul. He does not believe in PAGE FIVE accident; achievement is born of genius and work. Shy of flattery ; a wholesome praise acts as a stimulus to his inspira- tion. He is thoroughly human and wants nothing he does not earn. He works for the world, and if he succeeds in making it see what he sees and feel what he feels, then he is happy. It is not within the scope of this ar- ticle to dwell upon or enumerate the many and varied works that mark his genius and versatility, and that plead eloquently to all students of poetry, and lovers of the beautiful, to picture the grace and sentiment that take form un- der his feverish hand. The Mares of Diomedes, the Centaurs, the marvelous Head of Lincoln, and the all pervading love and affection that beam from those masterpieces. Motherhood and Won- derment of Motherhood. In Borglum we find no extravagant fancy of a deluded mind or incapable hand. No sign of retrogression, no ten- dency toward chaos, no turning back to mimic the primitive art of cave-dwellers. The cubes and pyramids of Pythagoras may sleep undisturbed. The hydro- cephalus of the new perception finds no responsive chord. Nature, as we all see it, alone is his guide. In leaving these happy fields I pause before the figure called Conception. It represents the image of a female, strong and true, chaste and beautiful. There is no prostitution of the intellect PAGE SIX here, no delusions, the lines conforming to the natural beauty that God gave them. Here in all the sublimity of majesty we see the symbolism of life ; the symbolism of love, affection, devotion, and piety. Like the chrysalis that liberates the butterfly, we see the soul that hovers above this classic piece of marble. We seem to feel the same thrill as we watch the distended lips that drink in the breath of life, and we wonder. There is something in this appealing countenance that strikes us with peculiar awe. We see a soul rising above passion. We feel the same adoration that we do for the flower that forces itself up through the muddy soil into a new life and light, a sort of emancipation. We see the early morning sun break through the skies of splendor; the unfolding of the rose, the ^'PFille ziim Guten/^ the revelation ! Such is the admiration, charm and glory I feel in this bewitching piece of stone. George Luks. New York, February 17, 191 4. PAGE SEVEN LINCOLN COLOSSAL HEAD IN MARBLE Presented to the American Nation by Eugene Meyer, Jiinr., Esquire. Now in the Rotunda of the Capitol, Washington, D.C. PAGE NINE NERO BRONZE STATUETTE PAGE ELEVEN Colossal figure of Abraham Lincoln sitting on a park bench. Now in Newark, N. J. PAGE THIRTEEN THE MARTYR PAGE FIFTEEN 'I have piped unto you ajid ye have not danced/'' ' I have piped unto you and ye have not danced. PAGE NINETEEN Fragment of a proposetl frieze of the first grief of Eve over the loss of Abel ; unfinished but completed into the figure "Remorse/' PAGE TWENTY-ONE THREE OF THE APOSTLES Now in the Church oF St. John the Divine. PAGE TWENTY-TWO THE MARES OF DIOMEDES Diomedes, King of Thrace, kept a band of mares to which all prisoners taken in war were fed. It was one of the tasks of Hercules to capture these mares, which he did. Diomedes pursued Hercules, and Hercules was obliged to abandon the mares to give battle to Diomedes, who was killed. Recapturing the mares, Her- cules fed them the body of Dion)edes. This immediately tamed them, and Her- cules took them away to the mountains. PAGE TWENTY-THREE PAGE "THE WOOING OF THE CENTAURS " PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN THE ATLAS Owned by Eugene Meyer, |unr. , Esquire The Atlas is here represented as a woman bearing the burden of the world in her arms. Tiie burden of the world is borne in the arms of humanity. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT conception" The awakening to motherhood. CONCEPTION ' ' The awakening to motherhood. PAGE THIRTY-ONE PAGE THIRTY-THREE RUSKIN BRONZE STATUE PAGE THIRTY-FIVE SHERIDAN Colossal bronze statue of General Sheridan. Now in Massachusetts Ave., Washington, D. C. PAGE THIRTY-SEVEN SMITHSON PAGE THIRTY-NINE PAGE FORTY-THREE CATALOGUE SCULPTURE 1 Mares of Diomedes. Bronze. Owned by Metropolitan Museum. 2 Head of Lincoln. Original in marble. Owned by the United States. Capitol, Washington, D. C. 3 "I have piped unto you and ye have not danced." Plaster. 4 Fragment of Mares of Diomedes. Plaster. 5 Fragment of Mares of Diomedes with rider. Plaster. 6 Fragment of Mares of Diomedes. Bronze. Owned by Arthur Turnbull. Esq. 7 Head of Sheridan's Horse. Plaster. Fragment of equestrian statue, Washington, D. C. 8 Newark Lincoln. Sketch. Bronze. 9 Grant with Aides. Bronze. 10 Ruskin. Bronze. Loaned by Tiffany & Co. 1 1 Nero. Bronze. Loaned by Tiffany & Co. PAGE FORTY-FOUR 12 Lincoln Bust. Bronze. Loaned by Tiffany & Co, 13 Mask. Bronze. 14 Woman's Mask. "I have piped," etc. Plaster. 15 Man's Mask. "I have piped," etc. Plaster. 16 Mask of Angel of The Annuncia- tion. Bronze. 17 Mask, Edith Wynne Matthison. Terra-cotta. 18 Smithson. Plaster. 19 Newark Lincoln. Plaster. 20 Fragments. 21 Prayer. Bronze. 22 Conception. Marble. 23 Maiden's Prayer. Marble. 24 The Martyr. Marble. Loaned by Tiffany & Co. 25 Orpheus. Marble. Loaned by Mrs. Liebman. 26 The Wooing of the Centaurs. Marble. Loaned by Tiffany & Co. 27 Night. Marble. Loaned by Tiffany & Co. PAGE FORTY-FIVE 28 Atlas. Marble. Owned by Eugene Meyer, Jr., Esq. 29 Portrait Bust. Marble. Edith Wynne Matthison. 30 Portrait Bust. Marble. Col. E. M. L. Ehlers. 31 Portrait Bust. Marble. Senator Elkins. 32 Mask. Marble. "I have piped to you." 33 Mask. Bronze. Angel of The Annunciation. 34 Wonderment of Motherhood. Marble. 35 Portrait Bust. Marble. Phyllis. 36 Remorse. Marble. 37 Bas-relief. Marble. 38 Martyr. Marble. Owned by Mrs. Morris Loeb. 39 Mother and Child. 40 The Passing Myth. Marble. DRAWINGS Auguste Rodin. Alexandre Charpentier.