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,...

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,...