The painting “Touch” frames a torso half-covered by a garment while a hand reaches out to touch the skin. We do not know whether this hand belongs to the owner of the torso or to someone else, but what matters, what the painting actually depicts, is the gap between the two. Between the skin covering the flesh, and the fabric covering the skin, between the torso and the outstretched hand, everything seems to be at a standstill, suspended in dim shadows and muted sparks of ardent desire as hunger, as yet unquenched. The textured, disorderly brush marks match the animate quality of the flesh as well as its entropy, creating surfaces where the densities seem fleeting like a touch, in motion, always re-arrangeable into another kind of order. Spilling beyond the confines of the canvas, endowed with an erotic power that lingers, the movement between fragments depicted here partakes in an undeniable expression of desire to touch and be touched.