"You are ... right when you say it is bad taste or no taste at all to like some thing herdwise, witness the recent and almost leprous enthusiasm for the dead van Gogh ... I wish you perfect joy in your illustrious solitudes."
The artist who wrote this "to an imaginary friend" in 1936 might have been writing to his solitary self, for enthusiasm has never approached the leprous about Marsden Hartley. A steadfast New England eccentric, whose writings and paintings made sense first to Alfred Stieglitz in 1909, Artist Hartley sits in...
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