| (...) From the battalion of landscape painters, I can only remember a few names, the Salon d'Automne bringing together almost all trends since Mr. Eugene Chigot and Mr. Madeline, tender worshipers of mother nature up to M Mouth which imposes terrible violence on him or M. de Waroquier who amuses himself with a voluptuousness devoid of passion, passing by the synthetic verve of a Verdilhan, the exasperated idealism of a Jeanès, the austere contemplation of Lacoste, the cold and rigorous reason of a Girieud. (...)
Reproduction Vence Ravine p.169 |