The French Kiss, according to Mom

Twenty years ago this month, my mom (known as Miss Bunny) and I launched on her first grand tour of France. Mom’s period taste in art took a downturn after the Impressionists. Miss Bunny was quite the critic when she studied The Kiss, as interpreted by three modern artists.  She lectured museum placards; it was a one-sided conversation.

Cartoon-of-the-painting-The-Kiss-by-Picasso-randomstoryteller

Picasso

Placard: 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.

Cartoon-of-Brancus's-interpretation-of-The-Kiss

Brancusi

Placard: 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.

cartoon-of-Rodin's-sculpture-The-Kiss-randomstoryteller

Rodin

Placard: 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.

 

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