And here we have a painting by Norman Rockwell. Painted in 1932, I believe. Breathing life into an almost mythical icon of American history. George has it bad, it seems. The young lovers look to be planning a little midnight rendezvous.
Oooh, I like this painting. Sends tremulous shivers down my spine, to imagine the warm moist breath of his whisper on the tender skin of her neck, beckoning for her feverish regard in the solitude of darkness. Zowie!
Oooh, I like this painting. Sends tremulous shivers down my spine, to imagine the warm moist breath of his whisper on the tender skin of her neck, beckoning for her feverish regard in the solitude of darkness. Zowie!
ReplyDeleteYep, there's a story right there. Flesh and bones on a historical figures that are hardly more than an alabaster silhouette.
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