The Work Of Art Is

I Invent Nothing, I Rediscover.

The Human Body Is First And Foremost A Mirror To The Soul And Its Greatest Beauty Comes From That.

He Who Is Discouraged After A Failure Is Not A Real Artist.

Man Enjoys Living On The Edge Of His Dreams And Neglects The Real Things Of The World Which Are So Beautiful. The Ignorant And Indifferent Destroy Beautiful Things Merely By Looking At The Marble. Things That Remake The Soul Of Him Who Understands Them.

Mere Exactitude, Of Which Photography And Moulage [life Casting] Are The Lowest Forms, Does Not Inspire Feelings.