I went rue Saint Jacques. Worked on the torso of a lying man. The model is a magnificent Italian ; he grinds pigments at Foinet’s, he is young, broad-shouldered, with ample relief like Sodoma (…). I work up my paint with dash and certainty. Never before have I so well understood the setting of a nose, of eyes, than in this light.
To unite this faculty of observation, this bold relief and my imagination.