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The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they read more
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar
ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable
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Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar
ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable
as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.
Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.
Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.
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.
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The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them 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?
A picture is a poem without words.
A picture is a poem without words.
