There is no more blessed influence affecting the world than the love of art. It is never individual in its operation, never selfishly confined to the object upon which it was first directed; but it releases like the atmosphere, radiates like light, embracing, spreading, and changing all surrounding things.
When artist sits down to draw a painting, he really must look inside himself. Sadness or happiness should be felt through the painting. But sometimes people get a different idea of the painting. I suppose, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. …
