day when I was drawing a young girl
I suddenly noticed that the only thing that was alive was her gaze.
does want to sculpt a living person, but what makes him alive
is without a doubt his gaze.
heads from the New Hebrides are true, are more than true, because
they have a gaze.
sees it as if it were disappearing, coming into view again, disappearing,
coming into view again-- that's to say, it really always is between
being and not being.
the imitation of eyes, but really and truly a gaze.
fact, one never copies anything but the vision that remains of
it at each moment, the image that becomes conscious.