Auguste Rodin
Auguste Rodin
François Auguste René Rodin, known as Auguste Rodin, was a French sculptor. Although Rodin is generally considered the progenitor of modern sculpture, he did not set out to rebel against the past. He was schooled traditionally, took a craftsman-like approach to his work, and desired academic recognition, although he was never accepted into Paris's foremost school of art...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionSculptor
Date of Birth12 November 1840
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
How painful it is to find that my figure can be of no help to my future... how painful to see it rejected on account of a slanderous suspicion!
The only principle in art is to copy what you see. Dealers in aesthetics to the contrary, every other method is fatal.
There is nothing ugly in art except that which is without character, that is to say, that which offers no outer or inner truth.
The modes of expression of men of genius differ as much as their souls, and it is impossible to say that in some among them, drawing and color are better or worse than in others.
What is commonly called ugliness in nature can in art become full of beauty.
True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.
An artist worthy of the name should express all the truth of nature, not only the exterior truth, but also, and above all, the inner truth.
The more simple we are, the more complete we become.
The artist enriches the soul of humanity. The artist delights people with a thousand different shades of feeling.
You will make the world understand my Balzac through these pictures.
The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
In short, Beauty is everywhere. It is not that she is lacking to our eye, but our eyes which fail to perceive her. Beauty is character and expression. Well, there is nothing in nature which has more character than the human body. In its strength and its grace it evokes the most varied images. One moment it resembles a flower: the bending torso is the stalk; the breasts, the head, and the splendor of the hair answer to the blossoming of the corolla. The next moment it recalls the pliant creeper, or the proud and upright sapling.
The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live. Be a man before being an artist!