Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which
searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself
is animated. In short, Beauty is everywhere. It is not that she is lacking to
our eye, but our eyes which fail to perceive her. Beauty is character and
expression. Well, there is nothing in nature which has more character than the
human body. In its strength and its grace it evokes the most varied images. One
moment it resembles a flower: the bending torso is the stalk; the breasts, the
head, and the splendor of the hair answer to the blossoming of the corolla. The
next moment it recalls the pliant creeper, or the proud and upright sapling.
Auguste Rodin
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