I Live And Love In God's Peculiar

No Great Work Of Art Is Ever Finished.

He Who Does Not Master The Nude Cannot Understand The Principles Of Architecture.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

Good Painting Is Nothing Else But A Copy Of The Perfections Of God And A Reminder Of His Painting. Finally, Good Painting Is A Music And A Melody Which Intellect Only Can Appreciate, And With Great Difficulty.

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.