| Mr. Girieud, whose Homage to Gauguin may be admired, where some known artists and writers, united in a kind of artistic supper, banquet, fraternal, symbolic, disfigured, dressed in gaudy robes, while at their feet, clad the two Venuses, the Tahitian and the Latin, are rolling in their prey to obvious painful entrails, presumably caused by the fantastic dishes, in the unspeakable colors, which the painter passes himself. even, costumed in the circumstances as an antique waiter. All this is drawn and painted as by a child of three years who would like bright colors, and I wonder what figure in this painting Mr. Charles Morice, the so delicate and so critical, he who has just written pages penetrating and moved on Carrière, this poet of harmony and feeling. Fortunately for the men who are compromised in this masquerade that Mr. Girieud had the tact not to make them look like |