Here, a couple kissing on the mouth.
There, nascent Priapus endowed with a huge erect penis.
And again: Venuses spied on by satyrs, one giving himself pleasure behind a tree.
Everywhere arms milky, feminine, or golden, masculine, attracting, repelling, hesitating.
Young plump breasts, loose hair, often strawberry blond, round hips and thighs, slender legs, hands fluttering over languid flesh, brushing against it, holding it back… What appetizing gynoecium!
At the Museum of Fine Arts in Lyon, Nicolas Poussin once again sings about the pleasures of here below or testifies to the sufferings of the senses.
No creation without love, he assures.
And the goal of love, what would it be if not union?
The language in these 30 paintings and 15 preparatory drawings is certainly mythological, but also so embodied.
This society is indeed that of divinities.
But these nymphs and fauns are dressed so lightly.
It is that they dance, banquet or hunt.
And…
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