I love paintings. I can lose myself in one and it's meaning... what was the artist thinking? feeling? experiencing? that would lead them to paint such a thing...
Today my painting is called "The Kiss".
Painted by Edvard Munch in 1902.
It's kind of hard to make it out, but the pose and even just the act itself is portrayed as so delicate, which I think it is (hense my post title).
I don't think I've ever seen a man so vulnerable as when he is in love with a woman.
I also love how the atmosphere around them is almost non-exsistent, just a blur; nothing else matters.
“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” Emil Ludwig
Have a good weekend everyone!!