The point of departure must always be a vision of the truth. The eye is the route of the soul, and the pencil or brush must sincerely and naïvely reproduce what it sees.
I became an animal painter because I loved to move among animals. I would study an animal and draw it in the position it took, and when it changed to… - Rosa Bonheur
I became an animal painter because I loved to move among animals. I would study an animal and draw it in the position it took, and when it changed to…
- Rosa Bonheur
To his doctrines I owe my great and glorious ambition for the sex to which I proudly belong and whose independence I shall defend until my dying day. - Rosa Bonheur
To his doctrines I owe my great and glorious ambition for the sex to which I proudly belong and whose independence I shall defend until my dying day.
The epithets of imbeciles have never bothered me. - Rosa Bonheur
The epithets of imbeciles have never bothered me.
The horse is, like man, the most beautiful and the most miserable of creatures, only, in the case of man, it is vice or property that makes him ugly.… - Rosa Bonheur
The horse is, like man, the most beautiful and the most miserable of creatures, only, in the case of man, it is vice or property that makes him ugly.…
The point of departure must always be a vision of the truth. The eye is the route of the soul, and the pencil or brush must sincerely and naïvely rep… - Rosa Bonheur
The point of departure must always be a vision of the truth. The eye is the route of the soul, and the pencil or brush must sincerely and naïvely rep…
But the suit I wear is my work attire, and nothing else. - Rosa Bonheur
But the suit I wear is my work attire, and nothing else.
Art is a tyrant. It demands heart, brain, soul, body. The entireness of the votary. Nothing less will win its highest favor. I wed art. It is my husb… - Rosa Bonheur
Art is a tyrant. It demands heart, brain, soul, body. The entireness of the votary. Nothing less will win its highest favor. I wed art. It is my husb…
My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I want this to be an infernal waltz. - Rosa Bonheur
My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I want this to be an infernal waltz.
Ah! If nations could only agree to employ their resources to perfect agriculture and improve transportation, and to bring all their girl children a g… - Rosa Bonheur
Ah! If nations could only agree to employ their resources to perfect agriculture and improve transportation, and to bring all their girl children a g…
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