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.
The contemplative researcher lives aloof from society, a silent and unseen example it would seem. How is he to share his refined sensitivities, his ascetic and indeed aesthetic findings in ways that reveal their hidden purpose?