ticularly well represented
this year, with his melan-
choly sea-pieces, true pic-
tures of the uttermost
promontory of Finisterre,
where the waves break
and foam against the
cliffs under a lowering sky.
Next to these studies of
nature, he gives us a
piercingly human episode :
three generations of widows,
sitting all in similar at-
titudes by the seashore,
their hands folded in resig-
nation. Here, as ever,
Cottet expresses with over-
whelming force the fateful
power of the elements, as
contrasted with human
submission—the impotent
submission which is so highly characteristic of the
Breton women.
THE STUDIO will ere long devote an article to
Jacques Blanche : for the moment we need merely
"LB PIQUE-NIQUE'
BY PRINET
mention the fine series of portraits, among which I
particularly like those of M. Debussy and M.
Lucien Simon. The treatment is bold, the paint-
ing capital, and there is a manly and emphatic