I'm channelling a lot of Beardsley in an incredibly elaborate drawing I'm working on at the moment for an Erotic Grotesque exhibition at 696 Ink in a month's time. Lo and behold I came across this little gem.
"...Pan still smiles from his terminal column among the trees, but without the old malice. Human and animal form reassert themselves, with a new dignity, under this new respect for their capabilities. Beardsley has accepted the convention of nature itself, turning it to his own uses, extracting from it his own symbols, but no longer rejecting it for a convention entirely of his own making."
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