The pleasure of praising ourselves…

..... RAINY LANDSCAPE

It smells to me of coldness, of regret, of the hopelessness of every road and of every ideal ever dreamed up.

..... Women today take so much care with how they look and move that they give the excruciating impression of being ephemeral and irreplaceable.

Their ..... and embellishments so paint and colour them that they become more decorative than carnally alive. Friezes, pictures, paintings – that’s all they amount to, visually speaking.

The mere gesture of wrapping a shawl around their shoulders is done with a greater awareness of its visual effect than ever before. The shawl used to be part of a woman’s basic attire; now it’s an optional feature, depending solely on notions of aesthetic taste.

In these colourful times when almost nothing escapes being turned into art, everything plucks petals from the conscious sphere and merges ..... into flights of fancy. These female figures are all like fugitives from pictures that were never painted. Some of them are too full of details… Certain profiles stand out too sharply, as if they were trying to look unreal, so detached are their pure lines from the background.