Here’s a shockingly bad photo* of a painting in a local restaurant.
Mr E Man and I ate there for the first time last week, and had a disagreement about the interpretation of this painting. It reminded both of us of Moulin Rouge, obviously, but I was struck by the contrast between Nicole Kidman’s visible joy and sense of fun in her scene on the swing, and the sadness on the face of this woman.
“She’s not sad”, opined my husband, “she’s scared. Of falling off the swing, or of the audience grabbing her or something”.
The waiter agreed with me, even though Mr E Man was holding the bill and his credit card.
I know it’s a terrible photo, but what do you think?!
*Mr E Man has borrowed my iPhone AGAIN today, leaving me in the dark ages with no music to listen to or games to play. If this continues I’m hoping he’ll want to keep it, so I can justify getting the new model with quadruple the capacity and a much better camera.