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(Varón, 2004) When love is new and vibrant, it is celebrated through the sacred surrender of souls to one another. The willingness to commit for a lifetime is often wrapped in illusion and tender delusion, yet the timeless truth of the words, I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, feels as though it were written for eternity. In this painting, two figures are cradled within what appears to be an expanse of spacious skies, and yet they are also nestled intimately within the quiet enclosure of a bedroom, perched on a corner bed, surrounded by pillows and soft, ethereal fluff.
(Varón, 2004) When love is new and vibrant, it is celebrated through the sacred surrender of souls to one another. The willingness to commit for a lifetime is often wrapped in illusion and tender delusion, yet the timeless truth of the words, I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, feels as though it were written for eternity. In this painting, two figures are cradled within what appears to be an expanse of spacious skies, and yet they are also nestled intimately within the quiet enclosure of a bedroom, perched on a corner bed, surrounded by pillows and soft, ethereal fluff.