{"id":61663,"date":"2023-09-22T02:16:26","date_gmt":"2023-09-22T02:16:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/?p=61663"},"modified":"2023-09-22T12:21:42","modified_gmt":"2023-09-22T12:21:42","slug":"the-art-club","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/index.php\/2023\/09\/22\/the-art-club\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art Club"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This week on &#8216;picture postals from Lovecraft&#8217;, a continuation of last week&#8217;s theme. A look at some of the little side-ways that Lovecraft enjoyed and ventured down. Here is what looks like a press photograph (likely made with the ubiquitous pressman&#8217;s Rolleiflex square format camera, possibly late 1950s?). We see the Providence Art Club seen from an unusual angle. I&#8217;ve newly colorised the picture, which I&#8217;m fairly sure is from the Public Library collection.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"528\" height=\"424\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-61664\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col.jpg 1861w, https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col-528x424.jpg 528w, https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col-768x617.jpg 768w, https:\/\/jurn.link\/tentaclii\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/providence-artclubc-col-1536x1234.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 528px) 100vw, 528px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>A little way ahead of the cameraman, but before the artists on the sidewalk, we glimpse the archway and cobbled entrance&#8230; which was where Lovecraft used to often meet &#8216;Old Man&#8217; after the master&#8217;s return to Providence&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>He belonged to a market at the foot of Thomas Street &mdash; the hill street mentioned in Cthulhu as the abode of the young artist [&#8230;] Occasionally he would stroll up the hill as far as the Art Club, seating himself at the entrance to one of those old-fashioned courtyard archways (formerly common everywhere) for which Providence is so noted. At night, when the electric lights make the street bright, the space within the archway would remain pitch-black, so that it looked like the mouth of an illimitable abyss, or the gateway of some nameless dimension. And there, as if stationed as a guardian of the unfathomed mysteries beyond, would crouch the sphinxlike, jet-black, yellow-eyed, &amp; incredibly ancient form of Old Man. [&#8230;] I came to regard him as an indispensable acquaintance, and would often go considerably out of my way to pass his habitual territory, on the chance that I might find him visible.  Good Old Man!  In fancy I pictured him as an hierophant of the mysteries behind the black archway, and wondered if he would ever invite me through it some midnight &#8230;  Wondered, too, if I could ever could back to earth alive after accepting such an invitation.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This week on &#8216;picture postals from Lovecraft&#8217;, a continuation of last week&#8217;s theme. 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