When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.
You had to feel the swell change. You had to go with the change. He told me that. No eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.
To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.
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