You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting โVanity,โ thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.
John BergerMy heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.
John Berger