We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.
James WhistlerRead
To say of a picture, as is often said in its praise, that it shows great and earnest labour, is to say that it is incomplete and unfit for view.
Interpretation
A picture should be admired for its beauty rather than for the effort put into creating it.
James Whistler critiques the idea that a painting is commendable merely for the effort and labor that went into its creation. He suggests that true artistry should lead to a completed, visually pleasing work rather than a piece that suggests struggle and labor without delivering aesthetic value.
In practice
In an art critique, one might refer to Whistlerβs quote to emphasize the importance of aesthetic value over just hard work.
We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.
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