The presentation of this piece as being so blatant and nearlymundane made me think of a rather Hitchcockian sense of voyeurism. The act of replicating human experiences seems to take up almost all of art’s content but to depict such a scene so realistically brings about the encroaching sense of strangeness to it all. Paintings are often viewed akin to windows, though this piece is more invocative of gazing at the happenings of others in real time. The stillness and attention to the perhaps less glamorous details are what really support this. It makes me wonder of the human’s fascination with presenting that which is so recognizable. To give others a scene that is easily parsed and viewed creates a small feeling of sadness in me in the
