There Is Nothing Ugly In

To Any Artist, Worthy Of The Name, All In Nature Is Beautiful, Because His Eyes, Fearlessly Accepting All Exterior Truth, Read There, As In An Open Book, All The Inner Truth.

There Is A Continual Exchange Of Ideas Between All Minds Of A Generation. Journalists, Popular Novelists, Illustrators, And Cartoonists Adapt The Truths Discovered By The Powerful Intellects For The Multitude. It Is Like A Spiritual Flood, Like A Gush That Pours Into Multiple Cascades Until It Forms The Great Moving Sheet Of Water That Stands For The Mentality Of A Period.

Nothing Is A Waste Of Time If You Use The Experience Wisely.

What Is Drawing? Not Once In Describing The Shape Of The Mass Did I Shift My Eyes From The Model. Why? Because I Wanted To Be Sure That Nothing Evaded My Grasp Of It... My Objective Is To Test To What Extent My Hands Already Feel What My Eyes See.

The Artist Is The Confidant Of Nature, Flowers Carry On Dialogues With Him Through The Graceful Bending Of Their Stems And The Harmoniously Tinted Nuances Of Their Blossoms, Every Flower Has A Cordial Word Which Nature Directs Towards Him.