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I like Popular
Art Canes, those which carving is grating, those of which the volume be all in roundness, those
which seem to laugh, to cry or to scoff, those of which the sculpture, with little of observation,
let see the character of their author, and which with force to be carried, touched, carressed, have
an incomparable patina made with the ridge palm of the man close of ground, those of which the
sculpture "speaks" from the strong moment of life, memory of war, of love, of freedom or of
captivity. |