Leon Spilliaert and the Beauty of Nothingness

Femme nue tenant une coupe, 1910

My love for Leon Spilliaert keeps growing and this painting reminded me of one of my favourite passages from Virginia Woolf’s The Waves:

Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.