FRAGONARD’S BOW

Voluptuous pink bows slide between the dress of the young woman who, perched on her swing, floats in a whirlwind of light. Everything in the painting caresses us: the pink that vibrates in her skirt, the glow of the flowers that glide, the air perfumed with lust and mystery. Sweet, provocative, elusive, Fragonard transforms this colour into a declaration of intent: a veiled invitation to enjoy without possessing. Barely hinted at among the general swaying, the bows concentrate the meaning of the scene: flirtation bordering on insolence, lightness defying gravity. A splendid ode to femininity that knows it is being observed and yet chooses to fly.