I write, enclosing money for book and postage, hoping that the 300th copy of this
last edition1 of your works has not yet been sold; I am very anxious to possess a
copy, and to read and judge you finally for myself by the work you yourself approve
best, as hitherto some ill fortune has prevented me from getting anything like a
comprehensive survey of your Art.—The latter word is one which may jar on your
ear, as suggesting Art—ificiality! But you must know that I am an artist, and
am loc.03724.002_large.jpg able, out
of my craftman's knowledge, to separate Art as craft from Art as the thing that
binds mortals in the bonds of sympathy with Nature.—What a hard thing it is to
put down plainly and squarely what one means! I mean that I want to get a better
view of you as Artist, apart from Art-craftsman. I don't remember coming across any positive statement of
your opinion on the latter, but you must be the former, however much you despise
conventional artistic forms.—Forgive some vagueness of statement,—I am
still a very young man.—Please send the book, if you still can spare one, to
the address,
2. Langland Gardens. Frognal.
Finchley Road. London. N. W. England
Correspondent:
Walter Delaplaine Scull
(1863–1915), born in Bath, Somerset, was the son of Gideon Delaplaine
Scull and Anna Holder Scull. He was educated at Oxford and later became an
artist and writer.