Harry, said Basil,looking him straight in the face, every portrait that is painted with a feeling is a portrait of the artist,not of the sitter.The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion.It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown it in the secret of my own soul.
— Mar 11, 2026 01:13PM
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