With Few Words I Shall Make Thee

Painters Are Not In Any Way Unsociable Through Pride, But Either Because They Find Few Pursuits Equal To Painting, Or In Order Not To Corrupt Themselves With The Useless Conversation Of Idle People, And Debase The Intellect From The Lofty Imaginations In Which They Are Always Absorbed.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked To Get My Mastery, It Wouldn't Seem So Wonderful At All.

I Feast On Wine And Bread, And Feasts They Are.

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.

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