Degas: Something Artificial

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“I’m talking about a long time ago because, apart from my heart, it seems to me that everything in me is aging in proportion. And even this heart has something artificial about it. The ballerinas have stitched it up in a little pouch of pink silk, a rather faded pink silk, like their ballet pumps.”

 

Edgar Degas, Naples, 1886

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