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Come to think of it, there is no safer place than the belly of the beast (or the mouth of the wolf): a warm cave to hide in, where no one watches, a place where you can perform any act without stage fright. After all, who knows what would have happened to Jonah out there during the tempest – but then, for the sake of Christianity, the Bible always lacked a comparative angle. The stranger tests his domesticated beast like a watermelon, assessing the way it sounds, pirouettes again to fetch a log from what could have been a hearth and home, prompts a man covered in silver hair to reenact a violent opening that keeps perpetuating even when he's not supervising, and then freezes as if caught mid-mischief. The off-balance negative space in this classic three-quarter close-up evokes a sense of uneasiness – but the productive kind.