Their critical faculty is so powerfully developed that it is perhaps some restraint upon achievement.
My hand seemed arrested by a silent veto. They have brought back to the pictorial art a new draught of joie de vivre; and the beauty of their work is instinct with gaiety, and floats in sparkling air. It has been turned from light into paint. And always remember you can scrape it all away.
But there really is nothing like oils. One really does not need to have had an artist's training to see that. What builds up in you, strong and solid, in those hours of fun and play that can then withstand what the world throws at you?