The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 25, 1901, Page 10

10 TEREY 1s being immortal- lowly but surely the old adobes, with their 4 windows, through rations Monterey Dear, siespy small wonder that every rner, every rock and tr yduced k and w and in oil. The ardent tempered by the that indescribabl creates an atmospheric some- h-in Monterey idiom spells in- ho 4o mot know may search v or Switzerland, but ¥ will find the at- tractions of three rolled into one in Monterey. The d is inexhaustible, from the fisher folk by the o the heart of the forest—adobes s oaks, pin where g now purple, now gray, that gleam through the mist in the soft tone so wonderfully beautiful as are found here. In this re- gion of solemnity and peace, as well as exceptional historic interest, the perma- homes of many of our artists are throu; whe Nestled cozily in thg midst of the frag- rant pines can be found the home and studio one of our best known artists Charles Rollo Peters. It would be diffi- cult to find a more thoroughly deiightful studio than this roomy place, with its natural wood rafters, its almost priceless collection of drapery, its old-fashioned fireplace with the inscription in bold let- terg, “Don’t worry.” Good philosophy, but unnecessary here, for worry is an ob- golete word in this part of the world. To the right of the house is a nest of hammocks: to the rear just over the hill is situated that already well-known ren- aezvous Camp Daniel O'Connell. Here a cozy little tent with carpeted floor and several iron beds is placed, tables, camp chairs, hammocks are scattered about, 2nd every Saturday night this portion of the forest is witness to gay times. Lar; bonfires are lighted, the long tables ai T HE SUNDAY CALL. arranged, the clay bank wine cellar is un- locked and under the flickering light of hinese lanterns roast duck and “extra dry” is dispensed to the accompaniment of impromptu music and song Camp Daniel O'Connell, with Mr. Peters as host, is a very popular place and the Del Monteans vie for invitations to these Bohemian outdoor gatherings. It has oft- en been asked if Mr. Peters paints at night. for the marvelous fidelity with which he produces that cold, steely at- mosphere of gleaming moonlight warrants the qu He does mot paint, but the night owls are familiar with the sight of this artist wandering about, making a study sketch here, jotting down certain tores or details and studying the differ- ent phases of light. Then, when these are still fresh in the memory, Mr. Peters bars his studio door, hangs out the “My busy day” sign and sits to his canvas until every shadow is faithfully repeated in oil. and it is this study from nature that has made this name Peters famous and his signature an important addition to a gallery. Everywhere, scattered along the road from Del Monte to Pacific Grove, in the fields and along the shore, one can see easels, and under the huge umbrellas sunbonneted and airy-gowned figures sit oblivious to all except the particular rock or tree or patch of sky that is trying to evade their brush. Teachers with classes of ten or fifteeny some of the pupils being silver-crowned matrons, sit under the 772 [ s shade of the cypress, busy and happy, for: there is nothing like communing with na- ture, even though she does refuse to look like some of the water colors or pastels of the first few lessons. A cozy six-room cottage close to the town has been secured for several years by another of our well-known artists, Charles Dickman, who is, as his picture shows, working on a large canvas. The group of figures in the foreground show exceptional strength and the picture when completed bids fair to be one of the best from this master's brush. Although it will be in the course of a few weeks placed on exhibition here in San Framcisco, it has already been secured by one of our local connoisseurs. The companion picture te this, which is entitled “Fisher Folk,” has recently been added to the Washington gallery of Mrs, Phebe Hearst, but aside from this work of eight long hours a day Mr. Dickman finds some time for social duties, and from all sides, even the sea breeze catches the refrain of the “Dick- man’’ popularity. Monterey is no longer Monterey without him; it runs, but it is said that this same refrain follows him like a shadow in whatever part of the world he may be, so we will pass on to another talent not so well known, and that is the genius of fitting up an old house into an attractive living place. In the first place this cottage has some Continued on Page Eleven. 211 L CoRMILT] [0 W THE OLO CLfTorr HOVE