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River
Runs
In the many renderings he made of the Buffalo
River, artist Thomas Hart Benton left an indelible
mark on the landscape for generations to come—
but we have to wonder: What remains?
Photos and words by
D on House &
Sabine Schmidt
COURTESY OF CRYSTAL BRIDGES MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART, BENTONVILLE, ARKANSAS, PHOTOGRAPHY BY DWIGHT PRIMIANO.;
© 2018 T.H. AND R.P. BENTON TESTAMENTARY TRUSTS / LICENSED BY VAGA AT ARTISTS RIGHTS SOCIETY (ARS), NY
at Arnold Bluff.
Still drifting forward, they stared out through dark glasses, of ordinary American life that he found in fields, steel writers first pitched us the story, it was with the aim of seeing
their canoe crammed with gear and tied down with straps mills and the mad rush toward industrialization. For his the place as Benton had experienced it—and to see what, if
to ward against spills. efforts, he was richly rewarded, securing no small amount anything, had changed since Benton’s time. They explained that
For the past several days, they had been on the Buffalo. of fame and fortune, including an appearance on the cover their photography would not “mimic his work, but the things
Their route had started at Mount Hersey, a quiet spot of Time magazine in 1934. While squabbles with the art that made him take out a pencil are the same things that make
between two creeks that flow into the river, and would end establishment and the rise of post-war artists diminished us take out cameras, and it will show in the images.”
at Grinder’s Ferry just below the U.S. Highway 65 bridge. the artist’s star in his later years, Benton’s efforts to save In revisiting the photos and the journal entries from those four
All told, it would be 25 miles. They could have done it what he saw as the country’s great treasures can’t be days on the river, it becomes clear that this was indeed the case. To
faster, of course, or they could have taken a different leg of overstated enough: He knew of the efforts of Dr. Neil be sure, there are instances when the duo recalls Benton in both
the roughly 150-mile stretch, but that wasn’t the point. In Compton, Ken Smith and the Ozark Society, to save the their imagery and their writing, but more often, it’s about their
this case, the point was to experience the river as someone Buffalo from damming, but his own love of the river—so own experience: to see fireflies dancing up and down the bluff face
else had many years before, someone whose life had been beautifully expressed in his paintings—and his tireless as sleep overtakes you beneath the stars; to wake to the sound of
inextricably wound with the river itself, who had left a efforts to involve journalists, filmmakers, and influential a beaver slapping its tail on the mirror surface of the water, its
lasting impression, even though there was no mark to see: friends like John Callison, Fred McGraw, Bernie Hoffman head slicing the mirror in two; to see so many others enjoying
Thomas Hart Benton. and others in his Arkansas adventures, helped immensely the river in their own way, all on the river for the same
Although his name is far from a household one nowadays, in the successful campaign to have the Buffalo proclaimed reason. In that sense, this trip and the photos that resulted
the Missouri-born regionalist was a force to be reckoned with the first National River in 1972. are as much about the landscape that passed them by as it is about
connections—to the place, to the many who’ve maneuvered its
for much of the early and mid 20th century. As recounted And in no small part, it’s the reason Don and Sabine were
shoots and banks, shallow beneath the waves, to everything. —jph
in his 1937 autobiography, An Artist in America, he’d traveled able to embark on their own float this past May.
the country, seeking to capture the often overlooked forces When the Northwest Arkansas-based photographers and
"There is something
about flowing water that
makes for easy views,” Thomas
Hart Benton famously said.
“Down the river is freedom
from consequence. All one
has to do is jump in a skiff at
night and by the morrow be
beyond the reach of trouble.
In the past this was a sure
method of ridding oneself of
difficulty, and fellows who had
been too handy with the knife
or gun or who found their of the things that are part of
children too many or their our lives: bosses, work, friends,
wives too troublesome could family, neighbors, art critics,
float off into a new world and gallery owners, teachers, social
begin again.” Usually when obligations, national news,
that paragraph is quoted, the deadlines, chores, traffic, email,
writer only puts in the first Facebook, Twitter, are dropped
two sentences and leaves out overboard, and we watch them
the rest, perhaps in an effort float ahead of us, move out of
to highlight the romantic sight and continue downstream,
inlets, looking for Benton's is glancing off limestone. Ken Smith describes
Benton’s painting of Welsh Bluff: “… The overall
scale and proportions of the bluff are true to
reality while smaller elements are expressed as
spot. Sand, rocks, and the curvilinear forms. Such curvilinear lines are a
recognizable feature of Benton’s landscapes.” On
a trip to Joplin, Benton once said: “Composition
was my long suit. Hundreds can paint better than
river have all shifted in I can, but damn few can see better.” All I can do is
swear at uncooperative cloud cover, and promise
to come back at another time, another season. -dh
with trees and brush. The bleating like a lamb. We try to match what we see
around us with a photo of Benton’s 1968 painting
of Skull Bluff. It is one of my favorites by him.
Six men are busy setting up camp, another one is
tallest tree in Benton's bathing. The visit was Benton’s first since suffering
a stroke and a heart attack in early 1966. I want to
believe that I see his exuberance and relief to be
back on the Buffalo in the painting. I walk along
piece is still there-or at the shore and up and down several inlets, looking
for Benton’s spot. Sand, rocks, and the river have
all shifted in the 50 years since. The bare sandbars
in the painting are overgrown with trees and
least its skeleton is. brush. The tallest tree in Benton’s piece is still
there—or at least its skeleton is. -ss