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Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
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.
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
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.
A picture is a poem without words.
A picture is a poem without words.
Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.
Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
