I walk past this place in the photograph several days a week, often enough that I have begun to not see it. To not see the tree, the contrast of colour with the small burst of red fruit against the green vines, the building behind it, the concrete and autumn leaves. But this day, there was something about the light, or the mood I was in, so rather than not notice, I saw Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss” instead. Or, perhaps it is more honest to say that I didn’t see this either, but felt it and knew immediately where the feeling came from.
Klimt gives the lovers a natural world of flowers and vines and sunlight that holds them as they entwine with each other. There is support, gentleness and shelter in their pose. A yearning to be close, but their mutual embrace feels unhurried, in some steady state of forever. There is care taken to postpone the kiss which itself is not painted.
This is beautiful! Is this the same tree you wrote the Stephen-King-worthy post about – about fascinating rotten fruits? If so, that would be quite a happy end!
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It is not the same tree, which has been tucked away behind a fence this year due to construction in the area. But maybe I can find something redeeming in the future.
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