William Kiddier, The profanity of paint (1916)
“ He has no self-restraint. The cold, placid surface, the cultivated evenness that is counted a valuable asset in the man of business, in the politician and the millionaire, is not his, thank God!In his heart he is a child. He will talk about himself and his own work so frankly that you will always be interested if not wholly charmed. Unselfish in every vein, his grievance is never a personal one; it has no bearings save for his art. From this point the matter is soon beaten flat under his hammer of words. If he had not the courage to say all he felt he would be no painter! ”
