

I haven’t traveled nearly enough, but I’d say it’s either Amsterdam, Netherlands, or Barcelona, Spain.
Amsterdam for the freedom and beauty. Barcelona because it’s beautiful and on the beach.
It’s not even a great beach, kinda rocky for my taste, but it’s just such a beautiful city.














This is, at first glance, just an idyllic outdoor dinner scene. A man presides over the table, giving a toast. A decadent lobster feast attended by seemingly wealthy, privileged people. Then you turn your attention to the left, the chair is slightly upturned. Is it the occupant leaning, or is something pushing it upwards? The man in that disturbed chair, what does his armband signify?
There are red splotches on the toasting mans arm, and the lady in the sunhat’s chest. This is from the sun shining through the wine glasses. But there’s another bit of red, a dot underneath the far mans disturbed chair. What is the source of this redness? A warning light perhaps? The initial stage of an explosion?
Look at the woman in the pink dress, she’s the only one who’s attention is not on the toaster. What is she looking at?
An interesting piece.