| The former “Salon des Refusés”. — Essayists, tachists, pointillists or cubists — Colorists, not draftsmen. — All this is not to be despised.
The independence of this place is not a
dogma nor a school. It simply means that you can send whatever you want, subject to abuse. This was once the Salon of the "refusals" of the Grand Salon de peinture, the only one that existed before 1890.
Now, there is a jumble of listed artists, famous, former Prix de Rome, who sell and whom we meet at the Grand Palais, approved by the juries, even out of competition, and those who were once treated as plague victims or pariahs. .
This exhibition has therefore lost its significance as a court of appeal. Its interest is nonetheless considerable. Next to
daubers without skill and without talent—alas! this species is merciless! — one comes up against people with "systems", those who reduce anatomy and the mechanism of human movements to geometric theorems and syntheses of lines, prisms, ellipses, rhombohedrons, cubes, cylinders, etc.
There is also a sense of the "smokers". This one is an impenitent of the great art who laughs in advance at his lack of tact and education. He has a picture painted by a donkey (the most donkey is not that one) and signed Aksebo or Boronali.
No, such an exposition, despite the absence of doctrine, despite the overcrowding
of scattered efforts, is not indifferent to art.
The fanciest imaginations-
painted show an extraordinary effort of decorative arrangement. (Is it necessary to cite Mr. André Lhote and his Party of pleasure: Mr. Marcel Lenoir and his bucolic of Baigneuses et baigneurs; Mr. Brunelleschi, Soir d'été; Mr. -Nauen and his Moissonneurs jaunes; Mr. Georges Rouault, disconcerting; Mr. Pierre Girieud and his Biblical Sketch; Mr. Henri-Matisse's Studio Corner?) ....
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