Love is at once abstract and intimate. It deconstructs the face into delicate blocks of color soft pinks, lemon yellows, sky blues. These are not realistic tones but emotional temperatures. The eyes are expressive, yet fractured. The mouth remains unresolved, caught between a word and a silence. There is no symmetry here because love itself never is.
The figure feels ephemeral, like a memory not yet faded but already out of reach. Lines cross but do not contain. Colors touch, but do not settle. Everything in this portrait is becoming, not being.
Love is a moment suspended between clarity and confusion, intimacy and distance a perfect visual metaphor for the most complex of human emotions.
A bold, poetic addition to any collection seeking to explore tenderness through abstraction.