At the Oslo art museum we went to see Edvard Munck’s <br />“The Scream.” Yeah I know that feeling. <br />I bought a print it cost about twenty Euros, it now hangs <br />on the wall in front of me and it screams for me. <br />But his painting “The Kiss” absorbed me the most, it <br />is one of the greatest sensual, painting I have ever seen. <br />There were many other paintings of great masters, but <br />I didn’t see them as “the kiss” blurred my sight. <br />There was a reverent whispering in the room, I didn’t <br />cared for, like being in a church where even a cough is <br />frown upon. When my wife went to the loo I told a female <br />security guard she looked like the woman in the “kiss.” <br />Her stern, blue eyes softened, she giggled and said: <br />“But you can’t see the woman’s face in the painting.” No dear, <br />but if I could it would be a face as beautiful as yours.” <br />More guards came and I was escorted out of the building.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-life/
