hmm I love the frame and the composition. You have taught me so much. I thought of you when I tried to arrange my confusing mix of closeups and hillsides. (burnt manzanita covered by morning glory vines enmass.) I am so glad you saw it, but I couldn't really show it. too much conflict in the environment. I look at the kiss, what a tribute, what honesty, no disguise or metaphor. ...except a veil over the lens? Hmm, time for a poem.
Exquisite, this kiss, exquisite and ambiguous and mesmerizing in the simplicity, in the smile, in the lack of all other distraction and the total concentration.
I prefer this kiss to Gustav Klimt any day.
The Floating Bridge continues to carry us to new horizons of experience.
And thanks for you answer on below post, I hope one day to hear you speak English, so I can see for myself, as I find what you say here quite hard to believe, I think your spoken English must be far from broken, given your written powers... :-)
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, Before the unlabouring stars and you.
W.B. Yeats
So sprachlos heute, schicke ich Dir das Zeichen eines wundervollen Poeten! Gute Nacht und bis bald, liebe Roxana! Renée
louciao, i'm glad you love it - as i've just come back from your so colourful and fresh bouquets, i wish you a lovely trip to Montreal and a lot of fun with your daughter...
Tree, i bet you do :-)
Dianne, your words honour me and i am so glad when my pictures can inspire other pictures - or poems... perhaps a tender veil over the heart, the lens was truly naked, hence the honesty :-)
thanks Marion, also for all the other comments, i'm glad you enjoy the strolls on the Bridge :-)
Stickup Artist, yes, i had a darker version of this image - which would have conveyed more passion, but i chose this light and tender one and it seems i was right.
ohohoh, Owen, what a praise, of course i don't deserve it, you know that i had in mind Klimt's kiss when i started my kiss-series here on the Bridge but no, no comparison can be drawn :-) though if you enjoy it so much, i won't protest any longer, just enjoy your joy, shyly and quietly. (as for my broken english, one day we will remember this conversation - while talking in French :-)))
Prospero, perhaps they kiss on a bench and i might show that bench here as well, in the coming days - the bench itself, a gentle whisper in a world with dissolving contours -
Robert, solche Augenblicke und Erinnerungen machen uns das Leben wertvoll, so fuehle ich manchmal - sonst gibt's so viel Unertraegliches - um uns, in uns... ach, das und Schoenheit...
Renée, ach, so wunderschoen, ich mag das so sehr, hab vielen lieben Dank... fast kriege ich den Wunsch, sofort noch mehr Bilder fuer diese Verse zu machen :-)
iubita mea,este sarutul de dupa ce ne-am simtit singuri in alb?si am simtit ca trebuie sa sarutam,impliniti,chipul nostru multiplu?suntem atat de delicati,ma dor buzele
So good, the faint smile is all.
ReplyDeleteso delicate, so soft, so tender, so sweet...Smiling,yes, but with eyes closed.
ReplyDeleteI think I know this kiss. :-)
ReplyDeletehmm
ReplyDeleteI love the frame and the composition. You have taught me so much. I thought of you when I tried to arrange my confusing mix of closeups and hillsides. (burnt manzanita covered by morning glory vines enmass.)
I am so glad you saw it, but I couldn't really show it. too much conflict in the environment.
I look at the kiss, what a tribute, what honesty, no disguise or metaphor. ...except a veil over the lens? Hmm, time for a poem.
Such a happy kiss, a beautiful pleasure.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how these few subtle "flicks" of light gray can convey such tender. loving, joyous emotions.
ReplyDeleteExquisite, this kiss, exquisite and ambiguous and mesmerizing in the simplicity, in the smile, in the lack of all other distraction and the total concentration.
ReplyDeleteI prefer this kiss to Gustav Klimt any day.
The Floating Bridge continues to carry us to new horizons of experience.
And thanks for you answer on below post, I hope one day to hear you speak English, so I can see for myself, as I find what you say here quite hard to believe, I think your spoken English must be far from broken, given your written powers...
:-)
dearest, just as i was asking for more gestures ... you whisper gently.
ReplyDeleteZehn Jahre her, dass ich einen Kuss genoss, und sprach: "Nun möchte ich sterben." Danke für die Erinnerung.
ReplyDeleteL'essence du baiser...comme une esquisse...
ReplyDeleteHe tells of the Perfect Beauty
ReplyDeleteO cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
W.B. Yeats
So sprachlos heute, schicke ich Dir das Zeichen eines wundervollen Poeten!
Gute Nacht und bis bald, liebe Roxana!
Renée
louciao, i'm glad you love it - as i've just come back from your so colourful and fresh bouquets, i wish you a lovely trip to Montreal and a lot of fun with your daughter...
ReplyDeleteTree, i bet you do :-)
Dianne, your words honour me and i am so glad when my pictures can inspire other pictures - or poems... perhaps a tender veil over the heart, the lens was truly naked, hence the honesty :-)
thanks Marion, also for all the other comments, i'm glad you enjoy the strolls on the Bridge :-)
ReplyDeleteStickup Artist, yes, i had a darker version of this image - which would have conveyed more passion, but i chose this light and tender one and it seems i was right.
ohohoh, Owen, what a praise, of course i don't deserve it, you know that i had in mind Klimt's kiss when i started my kiss-series here on the Bridge but no, no comparison can be drawn :-) though if you enjoy it so much, i won't protest any longer, just enjoy your joy, shyly and quietly.
(as for my broken english, one day we will remember this conversation - while talking in French :-)))
Prospero, perhaps they kiss on a bench and i might show that bench here as well, in the coming days - the bench itself, a gentle whisper in a world with dissolving contours -
ReplyDeleteRobert, solche Augenblicke und Erinnerungen machen uns das Leben wertvoll, so fuehle ich manchmal - sonst gibt's so viel Unertraegliches - um uns, in uns... ach, das und Schoenheit...
ReplyDeletechere K'line, je suis tres heureuse que tu dises ca, sur l'essence... oui... ce que j'aime essayer avec cette serie des baisers...
ReplyDeleteRenée, ach, so wunderschoen, ich mag das so sehr, hab vielen lieben Dank... fast kriege ich den Wunsch, sofort noch mehr Bilder fuer diese Verse zu machen :-)
ReplyDeleteiubita mea,este sarutul de dupa ce ne-am simtit singuri in alb?si am simtit ca trebuie sa sarutam,impliniti,chipul nostru multiplu?suntem atat de delicati,ma dor buzele
ReplyDeleteCerasela, asta am simtit, da. cuvintele tale pot face ca buzele sa doara.
ReplyDeleteL'amour avec un grand "A"
ReplyDelete