Art is free, shameless, irresponsible [...], the movement is intense, almost feverish; it resembles, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself is long since dead, eaten out from within, deprived of its poison; but the skin moves, filled with busy life.
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Gilbert Salachas
N° 18, décembre 1952
- The Card de Ronald Neame p. 54–56