Twachtman appears to have visited Niagara Falls in the winter of 1893–94 and again in the summer of 1894. In this painting, the falls are free of ice and the mists suffusing them seem lofted by humid, warm air, indicating that this is a summertime view. As in his other Niagara scenes, Twachtman created two views of this subject, rendering it at different times of day. He seems to have captured this view in the morning sunlight; it is the counterpart of Niagara (OP.1203), rendered in more overcast conditions, perhaps in the afternoon. Both are on thirty-inch-square canvases and depict a view looking upward toward Niagara’s Bridal Veil Falls from the Cave of the Winds.[1] Creating two images of the same scene, Twachtman captured how the variability of atmospheric conditions influenced perception, resulting in very different works. Here the sunlight defines the rocks in the riverbed, while the falls, in a rainbow of colors, are set apart from the cooler tone of the sky. In Niagara, Twachtman emphasized the mists that suffuse and seemed to dissolve contours.
This painting was in Twachtman’s 1903 estate sale, as Niagara. It sold to “Miss F. Henderson” of New Orleans, whose identity is unknown. By 1910, it belonged to the prominent New York art collector Alexander Morten, who lent it to exhibitions in 1910 and 1913.
[1]This vantage point was accessible until 1920 when the rock fall made passage into the cave no longer safe.
From Buffalo Evening News 1913
His two paintings of Niagara Falls will interest Buffalonians, for he has caught the thunderous majesty and the indescribable mist, clouds, and veils.
From Buffalo Express 1913
Two of the paintings are of Niagara Falls, one is of the Niagara gorge. The elusive loveliness that escapes, like a breath of truth and poetry, from these pictures cannot be put into words without being fundamentally altered. In these pictures, while the dramatic note is not missing, it seems subordinated to an astonishingly delicate vision. Ethereal color and form seem to have been blown onto the canvas. Never does one find an opaque shadow, a harsh edge, the pressure of a heavy hand.