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