The Expression Of Beauty Is In Direct

I Am Fifty Years Old And I Have Always Lived In Freedom; Let Me End My Life Free; When I Am Dead Let This Be Said Of Me: 'he Belonged To No School, To No Church, To No Institution, To No Academy, Least Of All To Any Regime Except The Regime Of Liberty.'

Painting Is The Representation Of Visible Forms. The Essence Of Realism Is Its Negation Of The Ideal.

Without Trying To Clear Up The Degree Of Correctness Of A Qualification Which No One, One Must Hope, Will Be Asked To Understand Exactly, I Will Limit Myself To A Few Words Of Explanation To Cut Short Any Misunderstandings.

Beauty Lies In Nature And Reveals, Once The Artist Has Perceived It, Its Own Expressive Power.

On The Left Is The Realist Tradition Of The 19th Century, With Its Impulse To Social Description, Radical Criticism And Meditation On Things As They Are... Culminating In Courbet At His Mightiest (the Studio, The Funeral At Ornans And A Portrait Of A Trout That Has More Death In It Than Rubens Could Get In A Whole Crucifixion).