It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is — Edgar Degas
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is — Edgar Degas
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is — Edgar Degas
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is — Edgar Degas
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is — Edgar Degas
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It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.

— Edgar Degas
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