This photo is so perfectly composed it elevates what might have escaped notice as a merely pretty picture to the level of the sublime. The elements are spare: a woman, a rose, a chair and an open window. The angle gives it some intrigue, but what really brings the scene to life is the haziness of the light.
The colors at first seem simple, muted deep reds and greens, tending towards cool bluish greys. That doesn't quite capture what's happening though. The reddish shadows on her body give way to cooler hues, but some of that is happening in the air. It's as if you can see the light pluck colors out of the room and slowly mix them, the image of a living palette. When you look into the diaphany, the other colors emerge, vividly in spots like the deep greens in the reflection of the window pane on the left, more vague in other places like the peaches, pinks, cerises and pale magentas in the window frame.
The genius of the image strikes you when you realize what the haziness of the light is doing emotionally and psychologically. It evokes the scent of the rose. Technique and meaning are conjoined.
Is the smell of a rose like a distillation, or is it more diffuse? We might ask the same question of memory, experience or love.
To make a truly provocative and engaging romantic image is no mean feat. You have my admiration and my gratitude. Thank you.