The man was poorly dressed in the common rough clothes of an umbrian peasant.
"Knights of Art Stories of the Italian Painters"
Amy Steedman
The pictures he had longed to paint grew beneath his hand, and upon his canvas began to dawn the solemn dignity and open-air spaciousness of those evening visions he had seen when he gazed across the umbrian Plain.
"Knights of Art Stories of the Italian Painters"
Amy Steedman
Perhaps if he could have chosen, he would have been glad to think that his body should rest under the shelter of the trees he loved to paint, in that waste openness of space which had always been his vision of beauty, since, as a little boy, he gazed across the umbrian Plain, and the wonder of it sank into his soul.
"Knights of Art Stories of the Italian Painters"
Amy Steedman