Portrait of H. K. Wick, oil on canvas, 1917, 28 x 23 in.
Butler Institute of American Art; gift of Mrs. H.K. Wick, 1934.
Read the story of Carl Schmitt’s struggle to paint this portrait here.
“To be quite healthy the soul must be large enough to either (a) face the risk of poverty by concentrating on things more fitting to man’s nature and end, or (b) take the responsibility of making oodles of money and giving it away to the unworthy as fast as it is made.” (1942)
“No man can be happy who makes security his end in life. That spells ultimate slavery, because freedom of will is not to those imaginations which are bounded by economics.” (1946)
Gertrude Feeding Gertrude, September 1932, pen and ink on paper
The artist’s wife Gertrude nursing their one-month-old daughter of the same name, the youngest of their ten children and the only girl.
“The modern world is going in circles, lost—it has forgotten its origins and ends. It is like a man who, halfway on his journey has forgotten whence he came and where he is going.” (1963)
“The sense of origins—the so-called creative faculty—no longer plays a vital part in our present American culture. We have all but severed ourselves from our physical-emotional life. . . . This I conceive as the tragedy of our present culture: that media are no longer in the middle but are the very, only, stuff of ourselves, and the ends can take care of themselves!”
Townhouse, oil on canvas, 1916 – probably a view outside the back of Schmitt’s studio in New York, then in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan (463 W. 21 Street)