A face is like the outside of a house, and most faces, like most houses, give us an idea of what we can expect to find inside.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A face is a road map of someone's life. Without any need to amplify that or draw attention to it, there's a great deal that's communicated about who this person is and what their life experiences have been.
The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development, a record of Experience, whose legitimate office is to perfect the life, a legible language to those who will study it, of the majestic mistress, the soul.
Faces are the ledgers of our experience.
A face isn't an organ, like a liver or a heart. A face is muscles, nerves, bones, and skin. A face is more like a hand or a foot.
The face is the soul of the body.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
When I look at someone's face, there's something in my brain that just clicks - that breaks down their face into the elements that go into a caricature. It might be like the way a chef tastes a dish and can break down into elements what went into it.
I have always been attracted to faces that are different.
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.