There is a violence to faces that are scratched away leaving only certain parts of the face visible. It is unsettling to see the face of a man or a woman whose mouth is rubbed away.
Eyes can talk but they have no voice.
The first photograph has been silenced, as if it was really not supposed to exist. The person in this photograph is in the process of being obliterated. His or her image is receeding into the swirling gases of chemical processing, and he or she is not fighting them. It is during this processing that photographs capture souls. There is, however, a brief second in which the image can fight the chemicals, and assert its representational rights.