Exactitude is not truth. Cold exactitude is not art.

Cover of What's Bred in the Bone I’m rereading the Cornish Trilogy by Robertson Davies , and in What’s Bred in the Bone (1985) I was struck by something art restorer Tancred Saraceni says to Francis Cornish in early 1939: Of course, you may become something rather like a photographer. But remember what Matisse said: “L’exactitude, ce n’est pas la verite.” That’s good, but did Matisse say it? I’m…