I always loved it that Balthus refused to have any personal interest. There was an article in the New Yorker some time ago that got all into Freudian stuff, hidden meanings, personal demons, and it was funny and silly as could be. Yes, he does paint some young girls with erotic intonations, then denies it. But I find their eroticism is pretty much their own, and about what you'd expect, and I don't think any normal person would really find any of it pornographic. I think it's more shocking because it's not presentational eroticism, aimed at the viewer. He's not perfectly brilliant, always, and was less than prolific. I'll see if I can find anything. I believe the guy is still alive, incredibly. He's about a hundred years old.