Sisyphe presents for the first time in full the series of the same name, which unfolds across thirty-two pictures. It reveals as many fragments of a scene suddenly become opaque, where nothing surfaces but an enigmatic tangle of thighs, backs, napes, breasts and hair: anonymous gestures without a story, a voluptuousness of mixed bodies, without a gaze. The volume has an unusual feel, and its light, rigid, almost transparent paper brings the grey scale of the work to the fore.