In the Conservatory
I am transfixed by the man’s gaze and gently extended finger, ever so slightly reaching toward the woman as he holds his cigar – leading me to the woman’s hand, to her presence in the work. Their hands barely meet…
I am transfixed by the man’s gaze and gently extended finger, ever so slightly reaching toward the woman as he holds his cigar – leading me to the woman’s hand, to her presence in the work. Their hands barely meet…