A Man Paints With His Brains And

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

After Four Tortured Years, More Than 400 Over Life-sized Figures, I Felt As Old And As Weary As Jeremiah. I Was Only 37, Yet Friends Did Not Recognize The Old Man I Had Become.

A Good Sculpture Can Be Rolled Downhill Without Breaking.

Every Block Of Stone Has A Statue Inside It And It Is The Task Of The Sculptor To Discover It.

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.