Poem

Maurice Utrillo nu, assis sur un divan (1895)

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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?