this is one of my favorite "secular" dali's; it's entitled person at a window.
having spent my summers at my grandparent's beach house on tiki island in galveston as i was growing up, as soon as i see this picture i can smell the salt in the breeze, hear the seagulls crying overhead, and feel the rhythm of the waves lapping below the window. the picture conjures very fond memories, but the feelings are strongly bittersweet as these days are long gone and never to return.
smockmomma: June 2006 Archives
i've liked mary cassatt's mother's kiss since the first time i saw it way back in college in an aesthetics class. but the older i get the more this picture moves me on a deeply emotional level. it wasn't until i was a mother myself that i realized how true the picture is -- see how the baby with it's rolly polly belly looks like it just wants to get away? i love that! it hurts my heart because i know how the mother feels, but i hafta smile because i know it is all too true.
i'll never forget the day my firstborn, now ten, had to be cajoled into giving me a kiss:
give mommom a kiss.
no.
please?
no.
we can have ice cream.
okay. but just a little kiss.
i think i shall go and kiss the wee ones now. and cry because they're growing way too quickly.
