The Artist Has Only To Trust His

There Are Unknown Forces In Nature; When We Give Ourselves Wholly To Her, Without Reserve, She Lends Them To Us; She Shows Us These Forms, Which Our Watching Eyes Do Not See, Which Our Intelligence Does Not Understand Or Suspect.

The Artist Has Only To Trust His Eyes.

In Short, Beauty Is Everywhere. It Is Not That She Is Lacking To Our Eye, But Our Eyes Which Fail To Perceive Her. Beauty Is Character And Expression. Well, There Is Nothing In Nature Which Has More Character Than The Human Body. In Its Strength And Its Grace It Evokes The Most Varied Images. One Moment It Resembles A Flower: The Bending Torso Is The Stalk; The Breasts, The Head, And The Splendor Of The Hair Answer To The Blossoming Of The Corolla. The Next Moment It Recalls The Pliant Creeper, Or The Proud And Upright Sapling.

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 Nude Alone Is Well Dressed