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The `` studio-man '' who reproduces an old study which years before has inspired him , or who evolves a composition from his inner consciousness , has no such thrills over his work . He may , perhaps , have other sensations , but they will lack the spontaneous outburst of enthusiasm over the old sketch . And how glorious are the memories ! The victorious painter has been weeks over these same trees that have baffled him ; he has painted them on gray days and sunny days ; in the morning , at noon , and in the gloaming . He has loved their texture and the thousand little lights and darks ; the sparkle of the black , green , or gray moss , and the delicate tones that played up and down their stalwart trunks . He has toiled in the heat of the day , his nerves on edge , and sometimes great drops of sweat on his troubled forehead . Now and then he has sprung from his seat for a farther-away look at his sketch .