The Contour Eludes Me.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

If I Were Called Upon To Define Briefly The Word Art, I Should Call It The Reproduction Of What The Senses Preceive In Nature, Seen Through The Veil Of The Soul.

Optics, Developing In Us Through Study, Teach Us To See.

Knowledge Of The Means To Express Our Emotion Is Essential- And Is Acquired Only After A Very Long Experience.

Everything In Nature Takes Its Form From The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder.