The priest need not pray for rain or sunshine on his account.
He seeks no office or title from prince or potentate.

He desires no favour, no privilege, nor does he even require the advantage of a recognised religious belief.

With his genius he can conquer the world.
Art it is, moreover, that makes woman the equal of man.

The woman artist is something more than man's other half; she is complete in herself.

She does not ask the world for a living, she does not beg any man to give her his name, she kneels before no marriage-altar for the priest's blessing; she goes forth and wins for herself all that she desires.
An irresistible impulse drove Blanka to ascend to the painter's lofty perch in order to see how he was succeeding in the task which she herself knew not even how to begin.
An artist engrossed in his work heeds not what is going on around him.
The painter in this instance wore a simple canvas jacket, spotted with oil and colours here and there, and a straw hat, broad of brim and ventilated with abundant holes.