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I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly read more
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow,
So warm with light his blended colors glow.
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The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar
ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable
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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.
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.
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.
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
