In Sans titre, Hans Bellmer renders the human body as a site of surreal entanglement—anatomy unraveled into a web of limbs, torsos, and ambiguous faces. The central female figure, calm and composed, emerges from a writhing constellation of distorted forms that echo Bellmer’s lifelong obsession with the mutable, eroticized body. Drawn in fine, looping graphite lines, the work merges precision with instability, collapsing boundaries between subject and object, flesh and psyche. In Sans titre, desire is not an act but an architecture—built from fragmentation, repetition, and the unsettling beauty of disarray.




