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rcproducti()n of Nature (a timid and dissident sect would wish to ex- conspiracy, in which, as in all others, one finds both fools and knaves;
cludc thc more repellent obiects of nature, such as skeletons or cham- but I am convinced that the ill-applied developments of photography,
bcr-pots). Thus an industry that could give us a result identical to like all other purely material developments of progress, have contrib-
Nature u.'ould be thc absolute of art.' A revengeful God has given ear uted much to the impoverishment of the French artistic genius, which
to the prayers of this multitude. Daguerre was his Messiah. And now is already so scarce. In vain may our modern Fatuity roar, belch fcrrth
thc faithful says to himself: 'Since Photography gives us every guaran- all the rumbling wind of its rotund stomach, spew out all the un-
tee of exactitude that rvc could dcsire (thcy really bclie ve that, the mad digested sophisms with which reccnt philosophy has stuffed it from
fools!), thcn Photo5Jraphy and Art are thc samc thing.' From that mo- top to bottom; it is nonetheless obvious that this inclustry, by invading
ment our squalid society rushecl, Narcissus to a man, to gaze at its the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy, and that the
trivial image on a scrap of metal. A madness, an extraordinary fanati- confusion of their several functions prevents any of them from being
cisnr took posse ssitin of all these new slrn-\\,'()rshippers. Strangc abom- propcrly fulfilled. Poetry ar.rd progress are like two ambitious men who
in:rtions took form. By bringing together a group of rnale and fcmale hate one another with an instinctive hatrcd, and whcn thcy mcct upon
clou,ns, got r.lp like butchers ancl laundry-maids at a carnival, and by the same road, one of thern has to givc place. If ph<ltography is allou,cd
bceging thcse beroes to bc so kincl as to hold their char.rce grirnace s f<rr to supplement art in somc of its functions, it will soon have supplanted
the tirlc nccessary firr the performancc, thc opcrator flattercd himself or corrupted it altogcthcr, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude
tlrat hc'"vas reproclucing tragic or clegant scctlcs from ancient history. which is its natural ally. It is timc, then, for it to rcturn to its truc
Somc dcmocrurtic 'nvritcr ought to have sccn hcrc a cheap method of duty, which is to be thc scrvant of the scienccs ancl arts-but thc vcry
<.lisscminating a loathing for history and for painting among thc pcoplc, humble scrvant, like printing or shorthand, which havc ncither created
thus cornrnitting a double sacrilege and insulting at onc and the samc nor supplerncnted litcraturc. Let it hasten to enrich the tourist's album
time the clivine art of painting and the noble art of the actor. A little and restore to his cyc the precision u,hich his mcmory may lack; let it
Iater a thousand hungry eyes \\,'erc bcnding ovcr the pccpholcs of the adorn thc naturalist's library, and enlarge rlicroscopic animals; lct it
stercoscopc, as though they rvere the attic-r,r,indou's of the infinite. 'I'he evcn provide inf<rrnration to crlrroborate thc astronomcr's hypotheses;
Iove of pornography, which is no less deep-rootecl in the natural heart in short, let it be thc secretary and clerk of whoever needs an absolute
of man than the krve of himself, u,as not to lct slip so fine an opportu- factual exactitude in his prof'ession-up to that point nothing c<luld be
nity of self-satisfaction. And do not in.ragine that it was only children bettcr. Let it rescue from otrlivion those tumbling ruins, those trooks,
on their u'ay back from school who took pleasure in these follies; the prints and manuscripts which time is devouring, precious things whose
u,orlcl '"r,as infatuated rvith them. I u,as <tnce present u,hen some fricnds form is dissolving and u,'hich demand a place in the archivcs of our
n'ere discreetly concealing some such pictures from a beautiful woman, memory-it will be thankcd and applauded. But if it be allowed to
a \voman of high society, not of mine-thcy u'ere taking upon them- encroach upon the domain of the impalpable and the imaginary, upon
selves sorne f-eeling of delicacy in hcr prcsence; but 'No,' she cried. anything whose value clepends solely upon the addition of something
'Give thern to me! Nothing is too much fcrr me.' I srvear that I heard of a man's soul, then it will be so much the worse for us!
that; but 'uvill believe me? 'You can see that they are great ladies,' I knou' very well that some people will retort, 'The disease u,hich
"vho you have just been diagnosing is a discase of imbeciles. What man
said Alexandre Dumas. 'There are some still greaterl' said Cazotte.l
As the photographic industry was the refuge of every would-be r.l,orthy of the name of artist, and r.l,hat true connoisseur, has ever
painter, every painter too ill-endowed or too lazy to complete his stud- confused art u'ith industry?' I knorv it; and yet I rvill ask them in my
ies, this universal infatuation bore not only the mark of a blindness, an turn if they believe in the contagion of good and evil, in the action of
imbecilitv, but had also the air of a venge ance . I do not believe, or at the mass on individuals, and in the involuntary, forced obedience of
least I do not wish to believe, in the absolute success of such a brutish the individual to the mass. It is an incontestable, an irresistible law that
thc artist should act upon the public, and that the public should react
t. The frx remark is taken from Dumas's plry La Tour de Nesle (Act l,sc. g);
up<.rn thc artist; and beiides, those terrible witnesses, the facts, are easy
the second from Girard de Neraal's preface to Cazotte's Le Diable amourcux. TDe
somewhat clmPlicdted point of the joke h explained by Cripet in ltis note on this pasvgt t() stucly; thc disastcr is verifiable. Each day art further diminishes its
(Curiosit6s csth6ti(lucs, p. 4r,). sclf-respcct lry lrou'irrg rion,n tref<rrc cxtcrnal rcality; cach day the
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painter becomes more and more given to painting not what he dreams
Lut what hc sees. Neverthcless it is a happiness to dream, and it used to
be a glory to exprcss u'hat one dreamt' But I ask youl does the painter
still knou' this happiness?
Could you find irn honest observcr to dcclarc that the invasion of
photography and the great industrial madness of our times have no part
at all in this deplorattlc rcsult? Are u'c to suPPosc that a people rvhose
My Lile as a Photographer
cycs ar(r grou..ing uscd to considcring the rcsults of a material scicnce as 'fransla[ed by -l'homas Rcpcnsck
though thcy r.vcrc thc proclr,rcts of tl.re ttcautiful, u'ill not in thc course
of time have singularly dinrinishecl its f:rcultics of ir"rdging and of feeling
u,hat arc among tht: m()st ethcrcal antl irnnlirtcrial aspccts of crcation? 1900
AN l,)x(ll,.RI']'t'
The uneducated and the ignorant were not the only ones.
to hesitate
high"' so the common
L.fo." this peril. "The lo"wliest to the most
;;;;;; g,r"r,',..-t tcd before the Daguerrtgt1pi- y,:::^::'l: few of
as if frrlnr a diselse' I o cnoose
,,l.,. J,,L trrilliant intellects shrank back
wils ()Ire of thosc who could
,rnly f.,,,, llll()llg ,lr. ut'y higl-rcst: Balz'ac
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