My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations.I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelｏ's inspiring and heroic Moses;I have sensed the power of Rodin;I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving.These arts which can be touched have meaning for me?but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt?and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me.I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase?but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this?my second day of sight?I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art.The things I knew through toe splendid still?the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me,from the Italian Primitives?with their serene religious devotion?to the Moderns,with their feverish visions.I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael,Leonardo da Vinci?Titian?Rembrandt.I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese?study the mysteries of E1 Greco?catch a new vision of Nature from Corot.Oh?there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you.I should be able to get only a superficial impression.Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one m must learn through experience to weigh the merits of