The fellow mixes blood with his colors.

The fellow mixes blood with his colors.

A picture is a poem without words.

A picture is a poem without words.

I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn

I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn

Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.

Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

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.

I mix them with my brains, sir.

I mix them with my brains, sir.

Well, something must be done for May,
The time is drawing nigh--
To figure in the Catalogue,
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Well, something must be done for May,
The time is drawing nigh--
To figure in the Catalogue,
And woo the public eye.
Something I must invent and paint;
But oh my wit is not
Like one of those kind substantives
That answer Who and What?

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.