For naught

Art pays honor exclusively to its own image or language. Great artists, like all great men, are isolated, and not demoralized by this fact. They dare. They invent. After the facts of creation, they sometimes judge; not before. And very likely the greatest artists never judge their work from the eccentric point of view. Great inventiveness results, it would seem, in great art–assuming that either immediately (which is unlikely), or in time, the general public will catch up.

Charles James Wright’s “The Imprint of Hercules Seghers” in The Grand Eccentrics, edited by Thomas B. Hess, 1966.

Familiar music to the ears of any struggling artist. But note: Mr. Wright is described as a professor of painting at the University of Louisville and that “in his own engravings he has experimented with techniques first used by Seghers.” I googled professor Wright but found zero links. No web page, no mention in Wikipedia, no image of any of his works in Google Images. Nothing. It’s like he never existed, all of his images made for naught.