I've never felt more seen in a painting than that guy on the right.
Something about his mildly nervous irritation at something off screen paired with his wild yet dignified look as he puffs thoughtfully on his narcotics, unconsciously both ignoring and vibing off his drinking partners' deflated energy.
He simply exists in a parallel world right next to her, and I guess that's all one can hope for in life. If that's not true companionship, I don't know what is
I don't sense hostility, just indifference. To me it's like he's waiting for his friends to arrive and she cannot be arsed to feign a good time with them because she's the designated driver.
Him: "They're a fun bunch. And you and Stefan's wife get along well, don't you"
Her: "Sure... sure...." *takes a tiny sip from her limoncello because it's all she can drink for the whole night*
I've never felt more seen in a painting than that guy on the right.
Something about his mildly nervous irritation at something off screen paired with his wild yet dignified look as he puffs thoughtfully on his narcotics, unconsciously both ignoring and vibing off his drinking partners' deflated energy.
He simply exists in a parallel world right next to her, and I guess that's all one can hope for in life. If that's not true companionship, I don't know what is
To me they look like thy just had a fight and half-apologized but aren't over it yet.
I don't sense hostility, just indifference. To me it's like he's waiting for his friends to arrive and she cannot be arsed to feign a good time with them because she's the designated driver.
Him: "They're a fun bunch. And you and Stefan's wife get along well, don't you"
Her: "Sure... sure...."
*takes a tiny sip from her limoncello because it's all she can drink for the whole night*
It's a Degas painting called The Absinthe Drinker - she's away with the fairies.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%27Absinthe