| The press adored him Much was written at home and away about this world-renowned photographer, though most of what I saw were clippings from what seemed to be local newspapers. They seemed to be unfortunately heavy on the lists of shows, galleries and awards but not very focused on what made his work so universally admired. Perhaps a search in the art journals of his day would reveal considerably more about his approach to photography and his techniques. |
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News article from the Newark Leader, June
24, 1937
Headline is not complete but the ending words of it are: "PICTURES HUNG ABROAD" The subhead is: "WHITE PHOTOGRAPHS RECEIVE RECOGNITION IN FOREIGN GALLERIES" Walter White, Newark photographer, who had to be urged before he would consent to having portraits of his hung in galleries of foreign countries, now finds himself in the enviable position of having his work recognized by receiving a Diplome de Honneur for his pictures hung at the International Exhibition of Photography at Courtray, Belgium. Moreover, he has been requested by La Revue Moderne, Paris, to submit a biography of himself, together with samples of his work, for publication in French journals. That these pictures found their way to the famous galleries of the world was due to the insistence of Deever Timmons, Coshocton, Ohio, experienced amateur photographer. That his ability is recognized is shown by the fact that he is a member of the Royal Photographic Society of Great Britain. He prevailed upon Mr. White to hang several prints which he considered to be out of the ordinary. The first pictures of Mr. White were exhibited art the 75th annual exhibit of photographers at Edinburgh, Scotland. Here was hung the Indian study of George Hainesworth, Newark. In Bristol, England, the third International Exhibition of Photography, displayed a portrait of the late Jean Harlow and Marilyn Finkbone, daughter of Richard Finkbone, Newark. The latter was hung under the name "Gloria." The picture of Jean Harlow, Mr. White believes, is the only one of the late start to find its way to the galleries of foreign countries. From Courtray, Belgium, came the first announcement of recognition. At the International Exhibition there he hung studies under the following titles: Jean Harlow; Reflections, a study of John Baylis, Newark; Self-Counsel, Marty Mellinger, formerly of Newark; Marilyn, a study of Glen Rowell's daughter (Mr. Rowell is a member of the radio team of Gene and Glen); Gloria, portrait of Marilyn Finkbone, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Finkbone, Jefferson road, Newark; and the Indian pose of Mr. Hainesworth. It was for this latter display that Mr. White received the Diplome de Honneur. Only eight of these were awarded in the United States. The next step forward from the diploma is the gold medal issued by he Belgian society. But few of these are awarded throughout the world and they denote the nearest to perfection obtainable. There is also an exhibit of his work in Brussels, Belgium, but as yet he has received no notification of their standing. A similar showing is on display at Hamilton Waikato, New Zealand. French photographers, seeing his works on display in Courtray, recognized a distinct individuality in MR. White's photographs. The result was the recent citation by La Revue Moderne. The requested data on where he learned the profession, how long he has been at work in it, where his portraits have been shown. This material will later find its way into French publications dealing with photography. Mr. White has been in Newark for 15 years. In that time it has been is privilege to have as subjects the following: President Roosevelt; Lowell Thomas, Walter Huston, Lionel Barrymore, Buddy Rogers (whose marriage to Mary Pickford takes place this month), Rudy Vallee, Ben Bernie, Sally Rand, Dixie Dunbar, Lupe Velez, Ann Pennington, the Duncan Sisters and many others. |
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Article from an unidentified newspaper dated June 2, 1938 INTERNATIONAL FAME OF WALTER WHITE CONTINUES RAPID GROWTH Added honors - and of the
highest type - came to Newark's photographer, Walter White, this week
when there were returned to him photographs which hung in salons
in Barry, Scotland, and in Portsmouth, England. With the group from
England came also a diploma in recognition of extraordinary work
executed by Mr. White.
The hanging in Scotland included the following portraits: Reflections, character study of Newark's John Baylis; Dancing Girl, Jean Harlow, only portrait of a prominent motion picture start to be awarded such distinction, and Study in Profile. Heaped upon these citations was the notification from the eastman Kodak Co., tat four pictures by Mr. White had been selected for display at the national photographic convention. These include: the Baylis study, Self Counsel, The Pipe Smoker, and a studio portrait of the young son of Mr. and Mrs. Herbert J. Murphy, Newark. Still rolling merrily on his way to international recognition an a higher seat in the Royal Photographic Society of t Great Britain, Mr. White was the recipient of a copy of a French art publication which lauded his ability as an artist. The article was written concerning his recent display in Lisbon, Portugal. Among other laudatory comment the writer had this to say of the Newark photographer: "It is especially by scrutiny of forms that surprise by their soberness that W. White seeks to express himself. In the share which he has sent to the Salon of Lisbon, it is not easy to choose any one work which appears altogether sympathetic of his art and his technique. "...As he himself says simply, in the execution of a portrait, W. White seeks at first to identify himself with the model and to incorporate in it something sprung finally from the same comprehension and to restore it to the proper character with more fidelity. 'When the subject is a preacher,' says he, 'I become a preacher. If his is a gambler, I become a gambler.' "It is also that in substituting his own self for that of the model he transfers into it perfectly his own enthusiasm. "Walter White has nine honors and the congratulations of the society at Lisbon. His experience there is without doubt of great worth, but especially it is necessary to attribute his success to his keenness of observation which make shim determine immediately the topical detail which will be most pleasing." |
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publication name, no author's credit ... WHITE ELECTED TO MEMBERSHIP IN ROAYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC GROUP Master of chiaroscuro, technician
of tone, law-giver to light and lines, Walter White, photographer, has
scored again.
The only difficult in categorying the Newark cameraman's latest achievements is himself - he recalls them at random, flips them off as inconsequential, remembers suddenly that in one desk drawer is a letter from the Photo club at Zagreb, Yugoslavia, commending his "Reflections," that in another are the seals sent from the Second Western Ontario Salon of Photography where the lovely Jean Harlow photograph has hung for a year, that elsewhere his commendations from Warsaw, Poland, are reposing and that in this - no, in this - pocket, is his letter from the Royal Photographic Society of great Britain informing him of his election to that body. No wonder Walter White can't remember his credentials. He has too many of them. Take this Royal Photographic society incident, for example. It occurred to him by accident - that he had been asked to join. Yet from the entire world, a super select group of persons - only abut 2400 of them - have ever been sought for membership in the group. You can't get in by political pull. You can't buy your way in. You can't fake your way in. You get in on merit. The merit of your pictures. That's what Walter White did. But he didn't start until about 11 months ago. And since then he's gee-whizzed through art galleries all over the world. And landed himself square in the middle of one of the most coveted club memberships a photographer can year for. It all started when Dever Timmons (known in lens circles as the world's leading amateur photographer) came up from Coshocton and "bullied" Newark's Walter until there wasn't a thing to do but submit some of his pictures to various photo salons. After that, things began to happen. From Warsaw to Dublin Walter White photographs went up in galleries. His two most popular exhibits - the Jean Harlow and the John Baylis study called "Reflections" swung from hooks in Zagreb, in London, Ontario, in all the sleek places that he'd sent them. Not only that, the outcome of it all was a proposition from the 100 Print Salon (which means tops in American photographic gatherings) to put "Reflections" on tour for a year beginning Jan. 1, and send it all over the country - to every city in the United States - and accomplishment which is utmost in photography, even in the layman's eyes. Because the 100 Print Salon only shows pictures that have been selected as the 100 best submitted during the year. Participation for entry is open to world competition, which makes our Walter White pretty great shakes when it comes to hanging them up against the millions of other bulb pushers in existence. Right now he's as busy as possible getting the "Reflections" prints ready to go traveling. He's also preparing about 500 others of his best pictures to go on exhibit in 100 salons all over the world. By the time he's done, there'll be Walter White hangings in Asia, Africa, Europe and both American continents during the coming year. Walter says, in explaining one (he couldn't go into all) of the secrets of his trade, that the charcoal paper on which the prints are made (have you seen his "Dancing Girl," "Twilight," or the man with the cigaret?) is difficult to work with, and it takes at least an hour to make one print on that type of paper. Newest photographic innovations, he adds, is the velvet paper which comes from Belgium at a mere $115 a gross (144 sheets n a gross, too.) The paper has no sheen from any angle whatever, and is rich and expensive, as well as beautiful, when the print has been made. So Walter White, Newark, gives way to Walter White, world. He's the fanciest carbon for the real in these parts. And he's going to town. |