As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.
image: Femme en transe par la fuite des étoiles filantes (1969) by Joan Miró
music: Comme La Pluie (2008) by Alex Beaupain
text: The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890) by Oscar Wilde