Etude
The title means "study". Because it is.
Street corner with fire pit, motorcycle and hanging dead baby.
What's that, you say ? Shall we take a closer look, you ask ? Sure thing!
What now ?
Forward, I say, there's also a car, parked since at least 1999 on that very same street corner. Like so :
Time to move on, to the interiors of this very nice cafe where I've had splendid coffee, cheesecake, biscuits, milkshakes and so on and so forth. First, the picture :
Second, the painting :
Observe the badly drawn hand ; the hair strand that so nicely supported and elevated the otherwise common mouth turned into a piece that is there for purely ritualistic reasons - "it has to be" - rather than its original function ; or for that matter the metamorphosis of the very mouth in question from merely unfortunate to outright abominable.
Art imitates technology, or how did it go.
