The Kiss

Gustav Klim - The Kiss

Sometimes a generic art choice is generic because its just so good. I resisted. I swear I tried to go for one of his lesser known pieces, one of those Bohemian wall murals that architects love so much, but the sixteen year old romantic in me
won out in the end as she usually does. Every female I know longs for this exact hungry hug, to be loved in such a manner, to be immortalised with the artist (that's my boy Gustav in there kissing his favorite model for all you ignoramus's out there) in such a passionate pose, captured in flecks of gold for all eternity. I dont know where this painting hangs in real life, but I will make that pilgrimage one day, and I plan to sit on one of those long uncomfortable benches that are inevitably placed in front of great art in musuems and galleries and weep. Weep because I am a weeper, but mostly because I have spent an exhausting weekend talking about the nature of love with a "realist", both of miserably, irrevocably, irrationally in love with our difficult choices, and sometimes, you want something to help you remember that for a brief moment, love, that most gossamer of human interractions, can just be a lover's embrace of his beloved.

"Cat Among the Pigeons"