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This painting was featured in an article in the New York Times Magazine in 1925, in which the author stated that it was “the last work to come from Twachtman's easel.”[1] At the time, the painting was on view at Milch Gallery, New York, and perhaps this information was given to the gallery by the artist's daughter Marjorie, who was with her father in Gloucester in his last days.
The scene is probably a view looking along the south side of the pier that led to Robinson’s Landing in East Gloucester, where the ferry, Little Giant, picked up passengers (see Little Giant, OP.1441), a short distance from where Twachtman was residing at the Harbor View Hotel (see Harbor View Hotel, OP.1445). In the painting, his angle was just above the level of the water, resulting in a strong emphasis on the foreground, where the boats and pier form a radial arrangement, while the opposite shore is only slightly above the middle of the canvas. Its mass is broken by the masts near boats and a sailboat on the left.
[1] The catalogue for this exhibition has not yet been located.
From New York Times Magazine 1925
Fine as the Tryon is, however eloquent as it is of a sincere talent, a thoughtful mind, a scrupulous character, it cannot be said to bound into existence with the buoyant youthful spring of the magnificent Twachtman on the adjoining wall. . . . It was painted in 1902, the year of the artist’s death, and shows no sign of the waning force. The beautiful ships ride into the picture with the ease and gayety of well-built craft. The water has the deep rhythm of the tides beneath the gentle tumult of its upper waves. The architecture of the composition is the vital arrangement of line well known to Twachtman from his earliest Cincinnati period. The color swells and ebbs, the sky is heavy with moist air and clouds move as if carrying a burden across its soft expanse. Never a more beautiful pictures or one in which the splendor of Twachtman’s gift appears more magically embodied. An artist who many times has been called distinguished, whose art was once labeled with the hateful tag “refined,” whose asymmetries were assumed to derive wholly from an acquaintance with Japanese design, who is caught in the amber of rather dreadful praise more inextricably than any of his generation, in this picture shakes himself free and shows the powerful quality of his art, the resilience of his line, the fullness and deep-toned purity of his color, the careless mastery of his unerring execution.