The happy body looks elsewhere. It doesn’t dwell on self-satisfaction or self-pity. It’s weightless.
In a happy body, there’s no room for scandal. Renoir’s women are nude but seem dressed, because something invisible intervenes to defuse lust. The body is a mirror, a secret. The body is identity. This is what the body is for. Journey into Art through Women’s Bodies (Bompiani) by Roberta Scorranese explores an identity quest that poses a question: what is the purpose of our bodies if not to embody an intimate happiness?
Introduced by Valeria Brancato, journalist.
