In 1994, my mom (known as Miss Bunny) and I launched on her first grand tour of France. Mom’s taste in period art took a downturn after the Impressionists. Miss Bunny was quite the critic when she studied The Kiss, as interpreted by three modern artists.
Pedantic moi: The fluid rhythms of the woman’s ear and the man’s hairline complement the sensuality of the subject matter.
Miss Bunny: That couple can’t even get their lips straight. They’re rubbernecking, just rubbernecking.
Pedantic moi: The lovers’ eyes are buried in each other. Their ears have disappeared. They have become a single block of stone–societal isolation in the moment of self-absorption.
Miss Bunny: Those poor kids look like two telephone poles stuck together. . . . and she has no figure to speak of.
Pedantic moi: The contrast between the lovers’ smooth skin and the rock’s rough marble speak to the power of the artist’s sensuality.
Miss Bunny: Let me commune. . . . I do believe they are having more fun.
Love the pic of your mom!
Talented cartoonist… too bad you aren’t handling some of the comic strips here in our town… some are lame. You got talent girl!
Laughing… I needed your mom in some of my college art history courses, Catherine! 😊
Miss Bunny sounds like a fun travel companion. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/05/diegos-morning-lament/