Daubigny was the son of an artist, and most of his family were painters.
The others were painters of nature; Daubigny is the painter of the country.
But surely none more so than the Duchess of Daubigny—her house so large, her rank so great!
And as for these two landscapes, they remind me of Daubigny.
The Benedictine church stands on prominent foundations overlooking the river loved of Corot and Daubigny.
Some of these things are going to the Art Institute next week—that Daubigny, for one.
Daubigny's life is in accord with what have been suggested above as characteristic notes of his art.
Daubigny, heavier and technically better equipped, has more power and less grace; he dreams less and paints more.
Artist (who doesn't like being called Daubigny, and whose real name is Smith).
Daubigny, borne by no wings of Icarus, seems like Antus beside him; he is bodily wedded to the earth.