« Il faut avoir le courage de regarder le modèle en face
…………. si on veut atteindre l’âme » SV
You have to look a model in the face
to apprehend the soul, you have to delve
down deep for truth, to tell that tale on canvas.
You have to look your model in the face,
no fakes, no kindness; truth a kind of grace.
This skinny little boy, her son, just twelve,
seems helpless in the spotlight of her gaze.
Too young, perhaps, to camouflage his Self,
it’s traced in shadows on his tiny face.
It’s clear she loves him, draws his awkward grace
with sympathy, his limbs as delicate
and soft as saplings. How can either tell
why he can’t look his mother in the face?