As always, I’m late for this week’s Sepia Saturday but how could I resist this topic?
Many decades ago, when I was first at uni and met Mr Cassmob, we both had a “thing” for Rodin’s sculpture “The Kiss”. The sculpture, in various modes, has been reproduced many times and I think the first time we saw it was the Carlsberg Glyptotek in Copenhagen over 40 years ago.
For some reason, which now seems quite strange, we were also enamoured by a movie called “Elvira Madigan”. It was something of a Romeo and Juliet movie – bitter-sweet – but I think it was the country and the music that drew us in. So much so, that we used the theme music, Mozart’s 21st, as my wedding entry music – thereby reducing my mother-in-law to rare tears.
I have no recollection of the priest at our wedding ceremony telling Mr Cassmob he could “kiss the bride” and he may not have given how strict he was about everything else. However we have a lovely pre-departure professional photo which I’m not planning to share with you 😉 This one, taken just as we left the church, is one of my absolute favourites for the day.
More recently we visited the Rodin Museum in Paris and saw a range of Rodin’s sculptures including “The Kiss”. It is such an evocative art work and captures the physicality of a passionate kiss. Of course there were so many other examples of Rodin’s artistry and we spent an amazing time there.
In this year of coronavirus quarantine, I think the absence of kisses and hugs from friends has made us truly aware of how important this physical communication is to each of us. A kiss, and perhaps even more, a hug, offer affection as well as physical and emotional connection.
From somewhere in my memory I dredged this image of a familial kiss of affection taken 40 years ago. Even more amazing, I found it to share!
I’ll leave you with a poem that reflects the ways in which human love transcends a kiss. This was shared by my friend Cathie of Ancestor Discovery at GSQ’s Irish seminar on Saturday and managed to reduced the listeners to silent heartache…”Of the toxins of a whole history“. Please do visit the link – but perhaps find a hanky first.
Thanks Cathie, for bringing this evocative poem to my awareness.
After you’ve dried your tears why not head back to Sepia Saturday to see how other’s kisses turned out.