He had money, a good studio, his father was standing behind him ready to help--why shouldn't he accomplish as much as many others who lacked his opportunities?
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So he began his work by coloring a canvas entitled, "The Dance of the Hours," a mere pretext for copying pretty girls and selecting buxom models.

These he would sketch at a mad speed, filling in the outlines with blobs of multi-colored paint, and up to this point all went well.
Then he would begin to vacillate, remaining idle before the picture only to put it in the corner in hope of later inspiration.

It was the same way with his various studies of feminine heads.