| (...) The illustrations of Pierre Girieud for Une Vie d'Enfant and Valet de Ferme de Daudet I like less. I find softness in the drawing, bland colors. With the qualities they let guess at their author, they could have been perfect. I fear that Mr. Girieud has yielded to the demon tempter of research. He is a bad advisor. Someone whispers in my ear, "It's more original." I will answer: "What do you want it to do to me if it is less happy?" My interlocutor adds: "It's modern." Thanks! Do not make me believe that all that is beautiful has already been said. The earth is not old enough. I know that some beauties go by. I also know that the formless never dates more than the figures of geometry. Only art is between these two extremes and must tend to move away from each other as well. (...) |