We lower our eyes to the candor of the body shapes not yet affirmed by young children, we flee to the insistent look of the very young brunette girl with lascivious pose surely learned by one or an informed adult.
His gaze, unlike that of Egon Schiele, does not face the spectator, nor does he dive towards the newborn.
It is an ambiguous motive.
We are shocked to see the sex and the lips of the little girl painted in the same coral color: these two sexual attributes stand out against the whiteness of the body and the black of the hair.