To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.
Auguste RodinRead
Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump.
Interpretation
Sculpture involves both removing material and shaping it to create art.
Auguste Rodin's quote highlights the duality of sculpture as an art form, where an artist alternates between subtracting material and forming new shapes. It emphasizes the process of revealing beauty from within the block of material, showcasing the interaction of absence and presence in three-dimensional art.
In practice
In a speech at an art gallery, one might say, 'As Rodin stated, sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump, reminding us of the beauty that emerges from the process of creation.'
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