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I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure read more
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Vain is the hope by colouring to display
The bright effulgence of the noontide ray
Or paint read more
Vain is the hope by colouring to display
The bright effulgence of the noontide ray
Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies
With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.
If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio
and the learned babble of the sale-room and read more
If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio
and the learned babble of the sale-room and varnishing
Auctioneer.
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a
landscape painter, it is love of read more
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a
landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves
you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and
human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter,
it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that
move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours,
and the fullness thereof.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until read more
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the
colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely
away.
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar
ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable
read more
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar
ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable
as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen