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« Oh, to be able to create for myself, protected by a patron who would carry out the solitary splendour dreamt by the great Romantics, Northbound dream moved by ancient Greece remembrance : to ally plastic beauty and Latin limpidity – I mean distaste for impotent confusion - to the mystery of the tragic sense of the North. What a dream! » Diary - Introduction - 1930 |
Diary - November 1940 « First of all, I am a voluptuous artist. » Diary - July 1938 |
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