"As light fades and the shadows deepen, all petty and exacting details
vanish, everything trivial disappears, and I see things as they are in
great strong masses: the buttons are lost, but the sitter remains; the
sitter is lost, but the shadow remains; the shadow is lost, but the picture
remains. And that, night cannot efface from the painter's imagination."
–James Abbott McNeill Whistler
