One is straight away struck by the paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poesis born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation...

Laubies, Aphorism No. 5

The French never love painting and are always dupes: Louis XIV preferred Le Brun to Poussin, and in 1900 one bought L'art pompier and not the impressionists; in 1930 Matisse is on the same footing as Kisling, Derain and others... They prefer Picasso to Braque and Bonnard. If there were a French art, it's thanks to foreign collectors.
René Laubies, Portraits et Aphorismes, 2001.

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