| (...) Everywhere else the Salon d'Automne confirms the current vitality of pictorial art and a worried spirit of research. It is not only the Cubists in whom the frightened classics find brothers to whom they refuse to find the air of family. It is not only in France. See this rhythm of a Scot, Mr. Fergusson, a man of taste, but who wants the human face to be united in one tone. Other attempts: the large sets of Marcel Lenoir, whose doves offer a couple of a pretty good movement, and Mr. Girieud, and those who join the classics by Gauguin, and Russians curious and worried like Mr. Fraermann, whose decoration is not without interest, and these artists of classic and chick spirit who believe of their duty to have again for us the classic elements of happiness and Arcadia, either flute players and naked women, straight or lying down (...) |