Ancora Imparo(Yet I am learning)

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

Precious is sleep, better to be of stone,while the oppression and the shame still last;not seeing and not hearing, I am blest;so do not wake me, hush! keep your voice down.

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation,it’s that he who lays me low is my salvation,and invigorates the more, the more he...

Draw, Antonio; draw, Antonio; draw and don’t waste time.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness–these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue,with peace you force all the restless work to end;those who exalt you see and understand,and he is sound of mind who honours you.You cut the thread...

As when, O lady mine,With chiselled touchThe stone unhewn and coldBecomes a living mould,The more the marble wastes,The more the statue grows.

If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn’t call it genius.

The greatest artist does not have any conceptWhich a single piece of marble does not itself containWithin its excess, though onlyA hand that obeys the intellect can discover it.

The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.

The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.

AS YOU GIVE OUT SO SHALL YOU RECEIVE.

But if it so happens … a work … under pain of otherwise becoming shameful or false, requires fantasy … [and that] certain limbs or elements of a figure are altered by borrowing from other...

Critique by creating.