I just started reading John Sloan on Drawing and Painting. In the chronology, I came across this line: "At the age of fifty, Sloan had sold only eight paintings."
That intriques me. I've skimmed through enough pages of the book to know this man will inspire me. I will be glad to paint whether I sell or not. And again I find that it is the old books of great literature and the old masters of great art that kindle something within me. It is, I think, wisdom and beauty tested by time. This book was worth reprinting.
