For him, the Venus is only a woman. Just a woman. And so he engulfed her in a transparent red mould. But he didn’t want to cover her completely. His is, in fact, an augmented reality, made of numbers and ideograms, like a story. But he didn’t want to write it on her skin, so that he would not mark her, stain her or scratch her. This gesture brings about something new: the hiding and veiling of a woman whom you want to find again and make out her features. Always creating out of it a new generation.