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Verse is a mechanism by which we can create interpretative illusions suggesting profoundities of response and understanding which far exceed the engagement or research of the writer.

John Constable

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John Constable
Age: 60 †
Born: 1776
Born: June 11
Died: 1837
Died: March 31
Landscape Painter
Painter
East Bergholt
Suffolk
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R. A. John Constable
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I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.
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I don't mind parting with the corn, but not with the field in which it was raised.
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When we speak of the perfection of art, we must recollect what the materials are with which a painter contends with nature. For the light of the sun he has but patent yellow and white lead - for the darkest shade, umber or soot.
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It will be difficult to name a class of landscape in which the sky is not the key note, the standard of scale, and the chief organ of sentiment.
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It is the soul that sees the outward eyes Present the object, but the Mind descries. We see nothing till we truly understand it.
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Constable himself knew the value of such studies, for he rarely parted with them. He used to say of his studies and pictures that he had no objection to part with the corn, but not with the field that grew it.
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Painting is with me but another word for feeling.
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Light - dews - breezes - bloom - and freshness not one of which... has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.
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Only think that I am now writing in a room full of Claudes... almost of the summit of my earthly ambitions.
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Connoisseurs think the art is already done.
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The sky is the source of light in Nature and it governs everything.
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I paint by all the daylight we have and that is little enough, less perhaps than you have by much... imagine to yourself how a purl must look through a burnt glass.
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I do not consider myself at work unless I am before a six-foot canvas.
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It is always my endeavour however in making a picture that it should be without a companion in the world. At least such should be a painters ambition.
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When I sit down to make a sketch from nature, the first thing I try to do is to forget that I have ever seen a picture.
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An artist who is self-taught is taught by a very ignorant person indeed.
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The world is wide no two days are alike, nor even two hours neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of the world and the genuine productions of art, like those of nature, are all distinct from one another.
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We must bear in recollection that the sentiment of the picture is that of solemnity, not gaiety & nothing garish, but the contrary - yet it must be bright, clear, alive fresh, and all the front seen.
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My canvas soothes me into forgetfulness of the scene of turmoil and folly - and worse - of the scene around me. Every gleam of sunshine is blighted to me in the art at least. Can it therefore be wondered at that I paint continual storms? Tempest o'er tempest roll'd - still the darkness is majestic.
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