[…] It is always contradictory thoughts that the idea of ​​portrait covers, whatever “anyway” it is expressed, if indeed it never comes to anyone's mind without more or less echoing this bizarre thought that Roland Barthes translated thus in his Clear Room: “He is dead and he is going to die. »

Paradoxical and grammatically murky, doesn't this incredible conjunction specify the absurd and impossible duration in which every portrait takes place, as much as the motif and the wish that more or less secretly form, if not all, the most successful portraits? […]