Notes
La Tribune de l’Art, 25/6/04 Didier Rykner: Nouvelles Brèves – Acquisitions – Edimbourg, National Gallery of Scotland http://www.latribunedelart.com/Nouvelles_breves_2004/juin_2004/25_juin_2.htm
La Tribune de l’Art, 12/11/04 Sylvain Kerspern, Retour sur l’exposition Bossuet, suite: du nouveau pour Prévost et Licherie http://www.latribunedelart.com/Etudes_2004/Suite_Bossuet_2_123.htm
La Tribune de l’Art, 18/9/06 Didier Rykner, Un important Vouet italien inédit refait surface dans une vente aux enchères américaine http://www.latribunedelart.com/Nouvelles_breves/Breves_2006/09_06/Vouet_Catherine_601.htm
La Tribune de l’Art, 14/11/07 Didier Rykner, Réapparition du morceasu d’agrément d’Antoine Callet http://www.latribunedelart.com/Nouvelles_breves/Breves_2007/11_07/Callet_Ceres_765.htm
La Tribune de l’Art, 29/2/08 Denis Coekelberghs, François-Joseph Navez. Quelques nouveaux tableaux, dessins et autres documents http://www.latribunedelart.com/Etudes/Etudes_2008/Navez_107.htm
La Tribune de l’Art, 17/4/08 Didier Rykner, Tableaux récemment acquis par le Musée des Beaux-Arts de Montréal http://www.latribunedelart.com/Nouvelles_breves/Breves_2008/04_08/Acquisitions_Montreal_829.htm
| Persondata | |
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| Name | Rochat, Gui |
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| Date of birth | 1933 |
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