It was quite a science--what one can imagine as the antithesis of orthopedy.

Where God had put a look, their art put a squint; where God had made harmony, they made discord; where God had made the perfect picture, they re-established the sketch; and, in the eyes of connoisseurs, it was the sketch which was perfect.

They debased animals as well; they invented piebald horses.

Turenne rode a piebald horse.

In our own days do they not dye dogs blue and green?
Nature is our canvas.