Ana

Ana

huile sur toile, 100x80cm

Ana Nebaskova is a gymnast. I met her on the internet where, for a few pennies perhaps, she agreed to perform her routines completely nude. But in reality, Ana does not exist. She is only a sign, a pure sign, which insists more than it exists, like the object of desire, like Rodin’s messengers of the gods, like some of Picasso’s nudes. For the body, when it becomes entirely a sign, even to the point of obscenity (as Georges Bataille and Henry Miller demonstrated), is nothing but spirit.