The Death of d'S Husband

D decided to paint his wife in something approximating the classical manner as a nude. But the paintings were chaotic and dark. Far from freeing him from subjectivity, inversion seemed to disclose an unpleasantness inside himself. A crystallised hatred that both objectified his wife and obliterated her. It was not unusual for violence to spill out of the upside down paintings, but it was a violence that he already knew he contained. He had inherited it, could answer it, was occasionally its victim. What he did not desire was to become it. The father's domination of D had been such that it was indistinguishable from fate. His lack of self-approach was more tormenting to D