Fragonard’s The Swing

I see myself in her shoe
The unbridled way it is thrown
Lost in time and space
Devoid of any painted gazes
I see myself in him
As he lovingly allows her to fly
The intensity of his thoughts unbeknownst to her
I see myself in the atmospheric perspective
In the tenebrism of pain and unrequited love
I see myself
In swift brushstrokes
And harsh paint
– Fragonard’s The Swing