“Being struck by the sight of a twisted tree among others of its kind, which are different or not of the same kind, is to be inclined toward the act of contorting the double that is the tree and which exempts me from twisting myself, since it does it on my behalf. Finding a stone along the way, precious because of its seemingly hermetic relationship to my existence at first glance, is to feel that it precisely responds, in the morphological order of its language, to an emotion within me that had been previously unexpressed. — But seeing the tree and discovering the stone presupposes, like intuition and before it, a particular state of vigilance or attention, directed towards these identities between the individual and the external world.” — Hans Bellmer, in “The Little Anatomy of the Image.”
