Of which beauty will you speak?
There are many:
there are a thousand:
there is one for every look,
for every spirit,
adapted to each taste,
to every constitution.
What makes sovereign ugliness
is our conventions.
Give me some mud and I will
paint the skin of Venus,
provided you allow me to
surround it as I will.
From the words of Eugene Delacroix
Linda Frye Burnham 2014