The Beholder's Eye, Which Moves Like An

What My Art Probably Lacks Is A Kind Of Passionate Humanity... There Is No Sensuous Relationship, Not Even The Noblest, Between Myself And The Many.

The Worst State Of Affairs Is When Science Begins To Concern Itself With Art.

It Is A Great Difficulty And A Great Necessity To Have To Start With The Smallest.

My Mirror Probes Down To The Heart. I Write Words On The Forehead And Around The Corners Of The Mouth. My Human Faces Are Truer Than The Real Ones.

It Is Interesting To Observe How Real The Object Remains, In Spite Of All Abstractions.