Bernard Champigneulle

Foreword I do not know why I should have been so fascinated by a reproduction found by chance in a heap of old newspapers. I was fourteen or fifteen at the time, and art scarcely figured among the preoccupations of my adolescent world. At school, where we set up our easels in serried ranks,...

ForewordI do not know why I should have been so fascinated by a reproduction found by chance in a heap of old newspapers. I was fourteen or fifteen at the time, and art scarcely figured among the preoccupations of my adolescent world. At school, where we set up our easels in serried ranks,...