This painting captures a moment in Prague — vibrant, sunlit, and quietly full of feeling. A red tram moves through the winding streets, framed by buildings rich with colour and texture. If you pause long enough, you’ll notice a soft exchange in the tram window —a kiss, subtle and fleeting, held just long enough for the city to notice. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t need to announce itself, only to exist in the warmth of a passing glance. While the city watches but never intrudes. 
 
Painted in thick, layered acrylic, the texture almost spills beyond the canvas. The paint rises from the canvas, almost hanging in the air, wrapping around the edges and into the frame — an intentional extension of the work. The frame is part of the painting — just like the tram, the kiss in the window, and the street itself. Without it, the piece wouldn’t feel whole.
 
Strangers walk by, waiting at corners or moving through the scene, unaware of the quiet intimacy around them. Each building is alive with vibrant colour, each window reflecting a memory. This piece is about love — not just romantic love, but the kind found in colour, in cities, in moments that stay with us long after they’ve passed.