Yet one can stare and continue to stare at such a painting, which comes alive in the beholder’s gaze and seems inexhaustible, whereas the drawings of the inner body saturate the senses in a different way entirely, constraining our gaze and the emotions that follow on: what we see is what there is. In other words, the painting contains more. But what is this “more”? What does the painting have that the drawings don’t?
