- Vol. 05
The Child’s Bath
No one steps into this quiet room where sunlight and a mother’s love warm her clammy skin. Foreshortened faces, familiarity of flesh. Among wild constellations of clashing colour, a child’s pale body beams in moonlike nudity.
Squeeze of foot matched by press of thigh – the angle bats the eye back and forth, a silent carriage return. No Madonna and boy child here – just the newness of old love.