The Battle of the Nude Paintings

It was not easy to live with someone who saw so much in what he looked at. She evaded his possession while wanting him, in fact, to possess her. It had seemed to be her fault that she could not be possessed by him. The nude paintings were, in a way, the account of this battle. Her separateness, so fracturing in his eyes, blackened the space between them. Yet therein the paintings was the boundary that he himself would not cross.