A hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: “You see,” he says, “now that’s formalism.”
“He would encourage me to move about the studio. Would not give me a pose. Drew without looking at the paper. Drew on the floor. Follow the lines, he would say, watch the surroundings. A thin arm makes a face sadder. Describing shadows he grew small, rascally.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on His Draughtsmanship”