Two men stand nose to nose, locked in a moment suspended between tenderness and transgression. One, with a cropped beard and ruffled collar, leans slightly into the kiss, his eyes closed in surrender. The other, in shadowed tones and a dark hat, receives him with equal intensity—an intimacy barely whispered in the palette, yet deafening in presence.

Rendered in warm earth tones against a raw, unfinished background, Hilversum feels like a memory unframed—one that was never allowed to exist in the daylight, yet burns with the dignity of truth. There is nothing ironic here. No wink. No hesitation. Just two men in period garb, embracing with full-bodied yearning, as if history forgot them, but art would not.

Named for the Dutch town where the artist once imagined this encounter might have happened, "Hilversum" is a reclamation—a love scene painted into the historical record, where it always belonged.