The few remaining copies of this copperplate, engraved in midsummer (August 1991), are rarely removed from their portfolio. Make no mistake: the draped face is that of death. This representation is not intended to evoke the fear so common among men, nor a macabre vision. "The fruit that is at the center of everything is the great death that each of us carries within ourselves," the poet Rilke confides. In the absence of an etched outline, the mezzotint plays with light and softens the contrasts. The blacks are deep, so deep that the eye is lost in them. Behind this veil covering the face lies the image of a human condition that remains incomprehensible and obscure to us.
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