Creative artists,--great painters or sculptors, great illustrators, and wizards in pencil and pen and charcoal effects,--must be both born and made; and there are, the gods know, few enough of them, all told! Until comparatively recent times, everyone gifted with the blessing of an artistic sense turned it into a curse by trying to paint, draw or model, while the world yawned, laughed, turned away in disgust; and the real artists flung up their hands to heaven and cried: "What next ?" But lately,--in many places, but preeminently in Greenwich Village,--these folk who love art, but can't achieve great art expression, have evolved a new sort of art life.

They are developing the embryo of what was the arts-and-crafts idea into a really fine, useful and satisfying art form.

They have left mission furniture and Morris designs behind.

They are making their own models, and making them well.

They are turning their restless, beauty-loving energies into sound, constructive channels.