To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a ch…

And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.

Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.

Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd, Lady, it is to be presum'd, Though art's hid causes ar…

I am leaving in order to have peace and quiet, to be rid of the influence of civilization. I want only to do simple, very simple art, and to be able to do that…

Art can never exist without Naked Beauty displayed.