My Drawings Are The Result Of My

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

How Painful It Is To Find That My Figure Can Be Of No Help To My Future... How Painful To See It Rejected On Account Of A Slanderous Suspicion!

Mystery Is Like A Kind Of Atmosphere Which Bathes The Greatest Works Of The Masters.

In Front Of The Model I Work With The Same Will To Reproduce Truth As If I Were Making A Portrait. I Do Not Correct Nature, I Incorporate Myself Into It; It Directs Me. I Can Only Work With A Model. The Sight Of Human Forms Nourishes And Comforts Me.

A Mediocre Man Copying Nature Will Never Produce A Work Of Art, Because He Really Looks Without Seeing, And Though He May Have Noted Each Detail Minutely, The Result Will Be Flat And Without Character... The Artist On The Contrary, Sees; That Is To Say, His Eye, Grafted On His Heart, Reads Deeply Into The Bosom Of Nature.