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I mix them with my brains, sir.
I mix them with my brains, sir.
Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things
Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own
genius: as he must needs paint for read more
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own
genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his
own.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly read more
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow,
So warm with light his blended colors glow.
. . . .
The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.
And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
