A picture is a poem without words.

A picture is a poem without words.

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?

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

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

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.

I mix them with my brains, sir.

I mix them with my brains, sir.

He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]

He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]

He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own
genius: as he must needs paint for read more

He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own
genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his
own.

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

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

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.