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I wanted the figures to be real and believable so that you would feel that with their very next breath would begin life itself.
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His personal fulfillment did not lead him to evolve a cheerful Madonna; on the contrary this Madonna was sad; she had already, through his sculptures, known the Descent. The tranquility of his early bas-relief, when Mary still had her decision to make, could never be recaptured. This young mother was committed; she knew the end of her boy's life. That was why she was reluctant to let him go, this beautiful, husky,healthy boy, his hand clasp..
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He had come into the autumn of his life: a man had his seasons, even as had the earth. Was the harvesting of autumn less important than the seeding of spring? Each without the other was meaningless.
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Toulouse-Lautrec blew in, winded from six flights of stairs, but still as hilarious and ribald as ever. "Vincent," he exclaimed, while shaking hands, "I passed an undertaker on the stairs. Was he looking for you or me?" "For you, Lautrec! He couldn't get any business out of me." "I'll make you a little wager, Vincent. I'll bet your name comes ahead of mine in his little book." "You're on. What's the stake?" "Dinner at the Cafe Athens, and a..
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Art destroys the life.
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But you can draw people's faces, can't you? I'm sure lots of women here in Etten would like to have their portraits painted. There's a living in that." "Yes, I suppose so. But I'll have to wait until my drawing is right." His mother was breaking eggs into a pan of sour cheese she had strained the day before. She paused with half the shell of an egg in each hand and turned from the stove. "You mean you have to make your drawing right so the ..
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He did not know how much time passed. He got up, ripped the canvas off the frame, threw it into a corner, and put on a new one. He mixed some paints, sat down, and began work. One starts with a hopeless struggle to follow nature, and everything goes wrong; one ends by calmly creating from one's palette, and nature agrees with it and follows. On croit que j'imagine--ce n'est pas vrai--je me souviens. It was just as Pietersen had told him in ..
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The most important idea he gleaned from the swift, learned talk was that religion and knowledge could exist side by side, enriching each other. Greece and Rome, before the dawn of Christianity, had built gloriously in the arts, humanities, sciences, philosophy. Then for a thousand years all such wisdom and beauty had been crushed, declared anathema, buried in darkness. Now this little group of men, the sensual Poliziano, the lined Landino, ..
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There is only a God-given number of years in which to work and fulfill yourself. Don't squander them.
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He...breathed in heavy gulps of air to prove to himself that he was three-dimensional.
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These workers," said Mendes with a gentle sweep of his arm, "have a hard life of it. When illness comes they have no money for a doctor. The food for tomorrow comes from today's labour, and hard labour it is, too. Their houses, as you see, are small and poor; they are never more than a stone's throw away from privation and want. They've made a bad bargain with life; they need the thought of God to comfort them."
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Alla guerra di amor vince chi fugge.
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Because it will make a real artist of you. The more you suffer, the more grateful you ought to be. An empty stomach is better than a full one, Van Gogh, and a broken heart is better than happiness. Never forget that!
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I have to make my drawing right so that my drawing will be right.
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That may be true. But, Theo, there is one thing I cannot understand. You have never sold a single drawing or painting for me; in fact you have never even tried. Now have you? "No." "Why not?" "I've shown your work to the connoisseurs. They say . . ." "Oh, the connoisseurs!" Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "I'm well acquainted with the banalities in which most connoisseurs indulge. Surely, Theo, you must know that their opinions have very li..
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