True Artists Are Almost The Only Men

Black Is The Queen Of Colours.

Where Did I Learn To Understand Sculpture? In The Woods By Looking At The Trees, Along Roads By Observing The Formation Of Clouds, In The Studio By Studying The Model, Everywhere Except In The Schools.

What Is Drawing? Not Once In Describing The Shape Of The Mass Did I Shift My Eyes From The Model. Why? Because I Wanted To Be Sure That Nothing Evaded My Grasp Of It... My Objective Is To Test To What Extent My Hands Already Feel What My Eyes See.

Man Enjoys Living On The Edge Of His Dreams And Neglects The Real Things Of The World Which Are So Beautiful. The Ignorant And Indifferent Destroy Beautiful Things Merely By Looking At The Marble. Things That Remake The Soul Of Him Who Understands Them.

Inside You There's An Artist You Don't Know About. He's Not Interested In How Things Look Different In Moonlight.