Rodin’s Kiss seems somehow stolen, diminished in significance and value by its very urgency, its grasping, its lust.
Brâncuși’s Kiss seems deliberate, intentional, lingering. The infatuation, the being in love, has evolved into love.
Rodin’s Kiss seems somehow stolen, diminished in significance and value by its very urgency, its grasping, its lust.
Brâncuși’s Kiss seems deliberate, intentional, lingering. The infatuation, the being in love, has evolved into love.