We saw this painting during a recent sojourn to the National Gallery (London) during a special Caravaggio painting exhibition and influence to other artists. It is about how he applied light to his work, thereby focusing your eyes to the real subject of his work. His technique was emulated by other artists after him.
The above painting is about the betrayal of Jesus. Judas was giving Jesus a kiss, (which has became infamously popular as an idiom, meaning betrayal) to let it be known that the person the authorities/soldiers were after was the one he was kissing.
At the periphery, a man can be seen holding a lamp. That man is the painter himself, Caravaggio. Isn’t he clever. He made it very personal but to the viewers of the painting as well.
We thought, we should highlight this painting being a Maundy Thursday.
How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love’s beginning. – Thomas Campbell
The Kiss – Edvard Munch
I think this painting by Edvard Munch, is a beautiful and meaningful interpretation of The Kiss.
The faces of the lovers where intertwined, there is no beginning and there is no end. The kiss feels like it stops time, where the lovers are in a world of their own, where no one can intrude. It gives an appearance of oneness, sharing the breath of life. The lovers were equal in their pursuit of romantic union, even if only for a fleeting moment.
Munch completed his work in 1897. It was done in oil and now currently exhibited at the Munch Museum. Munch excelled in Expressionism style.
This painting is in my bucket list. I would certainly love to see this painting in person in my lifetime.
Did you know?
There is a superstition that if there are bubbles on your cup of coffee or tea, there is a kiss coming your way. Watch that cuppa! 😉
‘‘ A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.’’ -Rupert Brooke ( 1887 – 1915 )
I don’t know why, but something’s going wrong – I feel the point of no return slip by. Though we’re still happy, we still get along
my heart beats like a toneless leaden gong where once it leapt and raced as if to fly. I don’t know why. But something’s going wrong
in me: the spark, the naturalness, has gone – each day it’s getting harder to deny; though we’re still happy, we still get along
I’m out of step. He hasn’t changed. How long each kiss feels with deceit; each touch a lie. I don’t know why, but something’s going wrong.
I’d never felt such love – so fierce and strong: each sight of him, each parting made me cry. Though we’re still happy, we still get along
the love that was to last a whole life long is coming to an end. No second try, though we’re still happy, we still get along. I don’t know why, but something’s going wrong.
I knew it had to come. I couldn’t bear it then; can’t take it now. I’ll make amends. I’m willing to agree, now. So – be fair, there’s no need to split up. We’ll just be friends. Like you suggested. Not see quite so much of each other. Please! I agree. You’re right. I made too much of what we had. Been such a fool. I’ll take the blame. We’ll start tonight – The New Improved Regime. We’ll both be free to do just as we want – the adult way. I’ll do just as you want me to. You’ll see. I’m willing to do anything you say. I promise. I won’t make a scene. Won’t cry. If you’ll do just one thing. Don’t say goodbye.
I love this poem, it is burning with tension, hurt and disappointment and that is only from the woman’s point of view.
It talks about the love at its death throes. Even the most passionate of love can fall victim to ennui and indifference if it is just taken for granted or on the other hand suffocated.
This poem is so full of pathos, angst and confusion. So emotional.
You feel sorry for the man as if he was doing all the running and the wife or woman is so malcontent and bored.
But the thing is that the woman was actually coming to realisation that the relationship is no longer as exciting or viable. He just doesn’t rock her boat anymore 🙂 In fact his kisses and touches revolts her. She just wanted OUT.
The man promises that he will change and that he will do whatever she wanted him to do and be. He sort of hinted that he was even not averse to an open marriage/relationship.
The poem also shows the difference between a woman and a man. The woman is really after that feeling of being loved, complete with pounding heart and butterflies in the tummy, the excitement. the exhilaration and anticipation and yet the man is promising more sex, even if it involves other people! LOL
Just watch out for the warning signs. Find a remedy before it is too late. Don’t let Mr Right or Ms/Mrs Right becomes someone else’s Mr Right or Ms/Mrs Right! 😉
I absolutely adore this painting. It speaks to me, it may be in Greek, lol, but that is the fun of it. A good painting tells you a story.
I first saw a print of this painting when I was a young girl. My father keeps a good library of books. One of his treasured collection was a Metropolitan Museum Portfolio with, I think, 10 individual prints of the best paintings. I can only recall the prints for the paintings of the Jan Van Eyck’ Marriage of Arnolfini, the Mona Lisa, Painting of Whistler’s Mother and the Storm.
I love the Portfolio. I was saddened that when I went back home to the Philippines, I can’t find my father’s book anymore.
Anyway The Storm did indeed captivate me. It is in my bucket list – to see the original one day. I think the painting is at the Metropolitan Museum of Arts in New York. I fervently hope that I see it.
At a young age, I did ask myself why the girl was wearing such diaphanous attire. Why bother to wear anything at all?!!! Despite the near nakedness, there is something about the painting which is utterly romantic. Are they running away from a gathering storm or from the storm of disapproval of their parents?
I love how delicate they look and how they duplicate one another. There is purity as well as innocence and yet seething with sexual tension. The boy looks like he’s won the lottery while the girl was half scared and half excited with her adventure.
The Merciless Lady – Painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Merciless Lady – Rossetti This marvellous painting by the Pre-Raphaelite artist, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, brother of the brilliant poetess, Christina Rossetti, shows a girl looking on helplessly as her boyfriend/husband seeming rather engrossed with another lady.
It seems this is a case of a love triangle.
It reminds me of a Filipino song I grew up to singing. It was sang by Sharon Cuneta.
The song is Mahal kita, Mahal mo siya, Mahal niya ay iba, literally means I love you, you love her, she loves another.
Couple in a Garden (1872-1873) painting by Paul Cézanne
DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Amongst the so many masterpieces which surrounded us at the National Gallery last Saturday was this painting by Tintoretto about the origin of the Milky Way.
This painting was certainly beautiful, eye-catching and dramatic.
The little blurb that went with the painting says that it was based on a Greek legend for the Milky Way.
Apparently Zeus had a child from one of his many affairs with humans. The child was Hercules, Zeus’ son from a liaison with a mortal woman called Alcmene.
Anyway Zeus grew very fond of Herucles, so much so that he decided to give the child godlike power and qualities. But giving power to a mortal was not straightforward with just a wave of a magic wand or incantation of magic words. It was rather tricky, the child needs milk from a divine being.
Obviously Zeus, being a male god and the supreme deity to boot made up his mind and to hell with consequences. Zeus does not do NOs!!!!
To cut the long story short, he sneaked in to his divine wife with the infant, who he let suckle to the sleeping Hera. Obviously Hera woke up from her deep sleep upon realising that she was breastfeeding an unknown infant. She was so surprised and then furious that she pushed the baby Hercules away, thus her breast milk spurted into space creating a rather milky environment which became the Milky Way!
That is the legend of the origin of the Milky Way, our galaxy!