Several names, a hall with paintings, and a public who rarely comes back to see them again. Names of artists who will perhaps never make a name for themselves. And a gallery that no one is likely to remember. But all the same, this is an exhibition of conceived uneasiness. In it are fruits of stolen time and a timidly constituted spirit. […] Nevertheless, they compel our fascination, even if they sometimes disappoint us. They compel us return to their colorful canvases, we gaze at their stilted contents and, who knows why, we begin to believe them. Maybe because they are ours. Such is the spirit of our provinces. Insecure in their expression and unencouraged in their achievements. Their fancies do not obey studying, just like the tastes of their small number of patrons.
V. Krumov, 1930