I am looking at you and you are looking at me - and we are interfacing. And to interface with Picasso through Irvin Penn's photograph is to be communicating with two masters at the same time - throughout time without time.
Everyone photographs the Dome - in clear sky and in characteristic clouds and with a sunset to admire or a sunrise to desire. But Florence is a cell - captured tourists weave through the charms in the labyrinth of the Renaissance!
The sunshine through the finders - like a sieve of pleasure and delight.
Closer and closer and closer - before an iris touches the glass, and cuts through the lens in pain, we admire the rainbow and refraction that crystal can crystalize in a split second.
What does it take to smile? Depth of the soul? Drunkenness in sarcasm? Or simply a brush.