top of page

Flirting and Foreplay: A Passionate Dance in Painting and Poetry

In our latest episode of "Surprised by Art," Luc Travers and I dive deep into an exploration of love and desire as seen through the lens of both painting and poetry. Using art as a powerful tool, we unlock the enticing mysteries of flirtation and foreplay, two aspects of human connection that are often shrouded in layers of subtlety and nuance.

In the show Luc Travers surprised Kirk with a painting and Kirk surprised luc with a poem based on the topic "Flirting and Foreplay." Those works of art are featured below.

Our journey begins with a stunning painting that brings to life a captivating narrative of class distinction, societal pressure, and a romantic encounter unfolding against the backdrop of a tranquil countryside. Through our conversation, we shed light on the depiction of the characters, their social classes, and the powerful emotions that seem to bubble under the surface. The painting, so rich in detail, invites us to question, empathize, and most importantly, feel.

Next, we delve into a poem that beautifully echoes the themes of the painting. With its evocative language and thought-provoking imagery, the poem takes us on an emotional rollercoaster, challenging us to navigate the complexities of love, desire, and the social structures that often stand as barriers.

In this episode, we not only explore the art itself, but also the personal and societal implications woven into these creative expressions. We hypothesize about the artists' personal connections to their work and contemplate the societal pressures of their time. Are these expressions of their personal desires, their defiance against societal norms, or both?

Throughout this intellectual and emotional exploration, Luc and I reveal how art can enrich our understanding and enjoyment of life and love. The intricate dance of flirtation and foreplay, so passionately depicted in the painting and poetry, brings to life the timeless drama of human connection and desire.

As we share our thoughts, we invite our audience to see and feel art in a new way - not just as observers, but as active participants in the story.

Join us on this fascinating journey and discover how art can elevate our understanding and enjoyment of the most profound aspects of human connection. Watch the full episode here and uncover a fresh perspective on love, desire, and the tantalizing dance of flirtation and foreplay.


To His Coy Mistress


Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

bottom of page