'The human face

is an empty power, a

field of death ...

... after countless thousands of years

that the human face has spoken

and breathed

one still has the impression

that it hasn't even begun to

say what it is and what it knows.'

 

--Antonin Artaud, from a text to introduce an exhibition of

his portraits & drawings, Galerie Pierre, July 1947.

 

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