nds us. ? Art  is invisible! It is t you see before you.  caug of t defines t t produced t s present in tmosp ter? Do you see ands out against t not seem to you t you pass your  tudied and c blends s on  pours over it like a flood, does it not?... A s--a fall on o . ait!quot;

    quot;Do you see anyt; Poussin asked of Porbus.

    quot;No... do you?quot;

    quot;I see not;

    ters left to asy, and tried to ascertain  fell full upon tralized all t for to t and left of ture; t, bending doanding uprigurns.

    quot;Yes, yes, it is really canvas,quot; said Frenook ture of te investigation.

    quot;Look! tretc; and ook up a brus out to t.

    quot;t_ is laug us,quot; said Poussin, coming once more toure. quot;I can see not confused masses of color and a multitude of fantastical lines t go to make a dead .quot;

    quot;e are mistaken, look!quot; said Porbus.

    In a corner of tinguis emerging from tints and vague s made up a dim, formless fog. Its living delicate beauty  t ruction seemed to torso of some Venus emerging from town.

    quot;t; exclaimed Porbus, calling Poussins attention to ts of paint ist  of perfection.

    Botists turned involuntarily to Freno anding, vague t asy in which he lived.

    quot; in all good fait; said Porbus.

    quot;Yes, my friend,quot; said t;it needs fait, and you must live for long o produce sucion.  toil some of t me. Look! t s on a  o you t you could never render it . Do you t t effect  cost unoil?