A Quote by Thomas Eakins

The big artist .. . keeps a sharp eye on Nature and steals her tools. — © Thomas Eakins
The big artist .. . keeps a sharp eye on Nature and steals her tools.
The big artist keeps an eye on nature and steals her tools.
A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.
An artist must have his measuring tools not in the hand, but in the eye.
No writer, painter, or actor - no artist - is ever handed a sharp knife (although a few people are handed almighty big ones; the name we give to the artist with the big knife is 'genius'), and we hone with varying degrees of zeal and aptitude.
Maybe because it's entirely an artist's eye, patience and skill that makes an image and not his tools.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.
She and I just don't see eye to eye together. She's a square. She keeps telling me that I'm too interested in chess, that I should get friends outside of chess, you can't make a living from chess, that I should finish high school and all that nonsense. She keeps in my hair and I don't like people in my hair, you know, so I had to get rid of her.
He who steals a little steals with the same wish as he who steals much, but with less power.
The immature artist imitates. The mature artist steals.
It's a poor artist who borrows--a good artist steals.
In a painting, you can't make out whether the artist painted the left eye before the right eye. In Chinese calligraphy, you can see the progression of the artist's stroke.
Ahab cast a covetous eye at Naboth's vineyard, David a lustful eye at Bathsheba. The eye is the pulse of the soul; as physicians judge of the heart by the pulse, so we by the eye; a rolling eye, a roving heart. The good eye keeps minute time, and strikes when it should; the lustful, crochet-time, and so puts all out of tune.
At the very last moment, Nature would force you to blink your eye. Nature will protect her own.
If the tools are bad, nature's voice is muffled. If the tools are good, nature will give us a clear answer to a clear question.
Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.
Our age not only does not have a very sharp eye for the almost imperceptible intrusions of grace, it no longer has much feeling for the nature of the violences which precede and follow them.
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