Ovid,
Metamorphoses — Pygmalion and Galatea
“ The art to such an extent, lies hidden it's own art. Pygmalion wonders at her and drinks in passionate fires of the replicate body. Often he moved his hands trying the work, whether it is a body or whether it is ivory, nor does he admit that it is ivory to this point. He gives it kisses and he thinks kisses are returned. ”
