| (...) Girieud, who was always in love with style but in whom the will to compose has never stifled sensitivity, exhibits a landscape with figures which is a finished work, of unprovoked power, of simplicity without reproach, a finesse in analysis and an obvious intelligence, and also a moving gravity and nobility. It is, better than a beautiful piece of painting, a perfectly composed table that classifies its author. It is a real joy to say it, the artist not being precisely of those on whom the publicity shots were attempted. (....) |