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What is the obligation of a sketch to an object? Does that differ from its obligation to a photograph? I'm afraid it does. I reason that a sketch of something in real time can be an evocation of that thing; a suggestion. How can a sketch artist be expected to capture the shadows in a changing sky? A photograph has pinned down those dark spots for us, an even without color we might be expected to copy faithfully in shades of gray. I stopped drawing when it was convenient for me; I stopped drawing when I ran out of patience; I stopped drawing when I thought I saw a rose. There is some art in deciding; there is some art in the choices, but this image-of-an-image-of-a-rose will sooner gather dew than be art.
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