“If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.” IfsHumansSoulEarthMovingSpiritAnimalWonderTreeFiguresPaintingFlowerDelightPainterHillsLandscapeLimbsFullnessHuman SoulPetalsFigure Painting Book:Works Source: Works
“Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips chained ears entrance Than hers that move, true to its striking hours; No hands so white e'er decked the warrior's lance, As those which tend its lamp as darkness lours; And never since dear Christ expired for man, Had holy shrine so fair a sacristan.” MenHandsMovingFormChristHoursWhiteDarknessFlowerHolyFairsEarsLipsDearWarriorHillsFairyThreadLampsEntrancesChainedShrinesExpired Book:Madonna's child [a poem]. Source: Madonna's child [a poem].
“All my early memories are of forms and shapes and textures. Moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form. Above all, there was the sensation of moving physically over the contours of fullnessess and concavities, through hollows and over peaks - feeling, touching, seeing, through mind and hand and eye. This sensation has never left me. I, the sculptor, am the landscape. I am the form and the hollow, the thrust and the contour.” MindArtFeelingsHandsEyeMovingFormFatherLeftMemoriesSeeingCarShapesWestDefinedHillsLandscapeSensationsTouchingRidingSculptureHollowTextureThrustSculptors Book:A Pictorial Autobiography Source: A Pictorial Autobiography
“My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.” PeopleThinkingI CanBodyMovingLyingFatherWalksStonesHillsPausesTombs Author:Patti Davis