The lustful notion that arise from Balthus’ art is a treasure. It evokes Nabokov’s Lolita and I already see in my mind the hordes attempting a lynch at the artist. Well, too late. Balthus is already dead for a few years (not too many, actually). However, his forever young art lives on. It seems that the spirit of rebellion against conventions is what gives his art its forever fresh vibe.
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