Un aphorisme de Pablo Picasso:
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn’t everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist
Traduction automatique:
Qu’est-ce qu’un visage, vraiment? Sa propre photo? Son make-up? Ou est-ce un visage peint par tel ou tel peintre? Ce qui est en face? À l’intérieur? Derrière? Et le reste? Ne pas tout le monde se regarder dans sa propre manière particulière? Déformations n’existent tout simplement pas