Could Paris produce a new generation of painters comparable to its aging masters? Matisse, Bonnard and Rouault were all crowding 80, Picasso and Braque were close to 70. Utrillo, Vlaminck and Derain were old too, and out of the swim as well. Surrealism was all but dead. As of last week, only one "group" of painters in Paris had any recognizable form. They were "the twelve."* Nine of the twelve have already had shows this season.
Like most of the group, Gustave Singier is a married man, spends his days painting in an ice-cold...
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