He never failed to make it manifest that what he meant to represent was living.

Even to the non-existent he gave the semblance of reality.

We cannot help believing in his angels leaning waist-deep from the blue sky, wringing their hands in agony above the Cross, pacing like deacons behind Christ when He washes the feet of His disciples, or sitting watchful and serene upon the empty sepulchre.

He was, moreover, essentially a fresco-painter, working with rapid decision on a large scale, aiming at broad effects, and willing to sacrifice subtlety to clearness of expression.

The health of his whole nature and his robust good sense are everywhere apparent in his solid, concrete, human work of art.