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Mignon, I am interested in poems that are sensual but not sexual. Perhaps a hint, since it's impossible to separate the sensual from the sexual, but only in the deepest way possible.
Titian is not on my radar typically, but the Poesie exhibit of his six paintings is currently here in Boston and I just had to go. The exhibit was in a medium-sized room with the six paintings hung in pairs. I was struck by the luminescent white flesh. Not necessarily in a good way — just struck by how it dominated the room.
What I did realize, as I sat and stood, stepped back and moved in close, gazing and reading, thinking, was that these paintings, seen through today's eyes, are exploitive of the female body. They were works completed primarily for the pleasure of Phillip of Spain I believe. I felt both drained and strangely stronger for realizing.
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