An art critic journeys to a remote island off Brittany to sit for a portrait painted by an old friend, a gifted but tormented artist living in self-imposed exile. The painter recalls their years of friendship, the gift of the critic's patronage, and his callous betrayals. As he struggles to... read more
“I have never met anyone, however despicable, who does not believe that they are fundamentally decent. Is is part of the human condition.”
“I often wonder what it must be like to be a father, to see your child no longer childish, losing that automatic tendency to adore. Does it come in a moment, or gradually? Is it a peaceful or a violent process?”
“The moods of the weather delight me...You become the weather you live in - I know, it's a cliche, but I never realized quite how true it was. The drabness of the English climate produces drab people, wrapped up, desperate to keep the outside at bay. They wear an emotional overcoat throughout their lives and scowl upwards, wondering whether it is going to rain again. Quite right, too; it is.”
And that is what a painter is. Someone who prays with his brush,Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
Having to make up your own mind is a terrible burden, and the inevitable cost is massive doubt.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Whatever is beyond your control frightens you; that is why you must control everything and everyone.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Your opinion is of no more value to me than that of the old peasant I sketched last month. You are defenceless until I am finished.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Her weakness was the crippling self-doubt that afflicted her every step of the way. That is the price of Protestantism and individuality. The constant worry of having to choose between good and bad fades when you cede authority to others.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
She was an artistic protestant, and had no need of intermediaries, be they critics or priests.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
But everybody noticed me; and that is the key to success in the world these days. Far more important than actually being good.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
The subject is merely the means by which the painter expresses himself. The painter is merely the means through which the critic’s ideas take form.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
You become the weather you live in—I know, it’s a cliché, but I never realised quite how true it was.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Put people on the ocean and they are irrelevant and ridiculous, not heroic. They can be swallowed up in an instant and the sea doesn’t even notice.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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