| (...), in the no less singular vision of the quattrocento that Mr. Girieud did not fear to name superbly, but recklessly, the Praise of Naked Beauty. This pagan hymn, which imposes itself with the masters as the triumph of art, takes too many times, with our decadents, the tone of a caricature; also what a moving surprise to meet some artists who still dare to express a sincere regret to the lost paradise of beauty! One has already revealed himself as a decorator, the other announces himself as a handsome painter with colorist gifts. (....) |