LOVE (again)

"Le Baiser"/"The Kiss", Brancusi, circa 1908

It's been an inescapable subject as of late. The recognition of it, the exploration of it and, throughout this past weekend, the loss of it; culminating yesterday in a tragic revelation - the sudden death of a great, great Man, who was also the Love of my friend's life. A love that took four years to germinate but, when matured, bloomed fluorescent and bold. An undeniably beautiful manifestation of one of the most mysterious and complex yet most rewarding elements of the human experience.

One thing I've noticed about love is that it very rarely comes "on time," meaning it rarely arrives or departs according to our projected timeline or the plans we make for ourselves. Yet it's a welcome disruption, sought after and played out again and again. Senseless, yet somehow knowing what we need more than we do ourselves; it's often something we'd never take back, no matter the pain.

This sculpture reminds me of you and your beloved, my Sweet. Gone in the physical sense but made eternal in your need to express it, to understand it. Two figures etched from the same matter. Embraced and immortalized in stone.

True love never truly departs.