It’ around 4 degrees Celsius in Edinburgh (welcome to Scotland the brave).
Within the Scottish National Gallery the world is boiling.
The marble bursts and the passion emerges – damn you to hell François-Auguste-René Rodin .
I walked around The Kiss, then walked around again. I stood, breathed a little unsteadily and continued the round of desire.
Somehow I managed to cry a little (discreetly).
These are the things caused by Art, people say to me. Sometimes they are right.
Such Art exists because Love exists, I say to people. Sometimes I am right.
First published over at my Greek blog. (31 Jan. 2014)