Beauty Lies In Nature And Reveals, Once

Art Is A Wholly Physical Language Whose Words Are All The Visible Objects.

Without Trying To Clear Up The Degree Of Correctness Of A Qualification Which No One, One Must Hope, Will Be Asked To Understand Exactly, I Will Limit Myself To A Few Words Of Explanation To Cut Short Any Misunderstandings.

On The Left Is The Realist Tradition Of The 19th Century, With Its Impulse To Social Description, Radical Criticism And Meditation On Things As They Are... Culminating In Courbet At His Mightiest (the Studio, The Funeral At Ornans And A Portrait Of A Trout That Has More Death In It Than Rubens Could Get In A Whole Crucifixion).

I Am Not One Who Was Born In The Custody Of Wisdom; I Am One Who Is Fond Of Olden Times And Intense In Quest Of The Sacred Knowing Of The Ancients.

Fine Art Is Knowledge Made Visible.