Jesse, tonight the light on the stairs fails to illuminate my presence. My milky body is enveloped in a torn chiffon chemise; that no married woman would ever dare wear. But you don’t see me, do you? I see a bed with a hole where I once laid; a telephone that no longer rings for me; a wedding photograph that is fading in time; don’t you see the days sunlight bleaching us? I guess life was so much more intricately woven for me, than it was for you.
The Girl in a Chemise!
If I would have to choose my favorite Picasso painting, it would be this one.
You choose those portraits well.
Thanks Vincent 🙂 The painting is definitely beautiful, dark and mysterious…it’s one of my favourites too. I hope your blog is going well. WordPress is definitely a great outlet.
Well written story having psychoanalytic implications as mourning (pining for a lost object). A lost ideal is illuminated so well, Anand Bose from Kerala
Anand Bose, as always, thank you so much for your comment…they are always constructive and inspiring. Best Wishes.