The Kiss

I knew it was coming to Margate, then I forgot and nearly walked right into it without realising that I was about (be too polite, sadly, to) touch art history (and too old to actually - as opposed to just metaporically - pee my pants with excitement). The Kiss - AAAHhhh! What extra large feet (though well proportioned when considered next to the thighs), what sensuous buttocks, and... my, I can't say what my favourite feature actually IS, it's all such smooth beautiful marble and I'd place it in my garden any day! (Or on the landing for that matter.)


I must have studied it in art class, some 20 years (or more) ago, I can't quite put my finger on how I know to be quite so excited about seeing it in the flesh(y marble)... but before I get carried away on the kids' blog... Yes kids, your mother (has private interests although no time is left to persue any of them for even 15 minutes a day, but I get carried away) loves her some good Rhodin, and Leo, you're sort of interested too (mostly in the boobies and the kiss, actually, less the feet and the sensuous perfection of every muscle) (AND we're not posing but looking at the sculpture's manifold reflection in the mirrors on the side) while, Tara, you are not so fussed but far more enjoying yourself chatting with friends.

(And I kiss Leo)

Gotta love having a free brand new art gallery just round the corner. Even the Queen, just under a week later, travelled further than we did to see it (hah!). Exciting!

(... and all reported only two months out of date. That's... progress!)