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Every day in art should be like running down a hill, arms waving, shrieking.

Rembrandt lived three hundred years ago and knew far more than we do now. How is that? Why is that? Why have we gotten less skilled, less competent, less knowledgeable, less adept and versatile? How can that be?

When you see horses don't you think of Degas? He could draw two things especially well--horses and ballerinas. And floors!