Standing facing the painter's gaze or the photographer's lens, three-quarters, in a pose, a look, a relaxation of the shoulder, a tensing of the muscles, a fold of the lips, everything is said. It's really you. There it is, this moment when you separate yourself from the cesspool. A ray of light, a shadow, a sigh, the position of your hands, here they are, these signs by which you speak and which the color licks...