It Is Therefore Indisputable That The Limbs

The Marble Not Yet Carved Can Hold The Form Of Every Thought The Greatest Artist Has.

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.

A Good Artist Ought Never To Allow Impatience To Overcome His Sense Of The Main End Of Art - Perfection

Every Beauty Which Is Seen Here By Persons Of Perception Resembles More Than Anything Else That Celestial Source From Which We All Are Come.

I Cannot Live Under Pressures From Patrons, Let Alone Paint.