There is this saying in French: “Je peux lire en elle/lui comme dans un livre ouvert.” Isn’t it a very nice way to express this desire we have to access what’s inside? Inside what we are facing and its mystery. How we wish to penetrate the outside world, not to take control of it, but to feel more completely part of it. To overcome the isolation we feel in our flesh. The terrible border of the body... See how Chaïm Soutine was obsessed by reading the inside! “Le Bœuf écorché” offers itself like an open book too... 
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