I’ve always had a fondness for Normal Rockwell. Art snobs will tell you he’s not a good artist, insisting that there’s some difference between what’s good and what’s popular. Frankly, that sounds like differentiating between what’s good and what you think is good. Preferences are like certain bodily orifices: we’ve all got them and most of us don’t want to hear ‘em. Anyway, this isn’t the dance curmudgeon hour so back to the topic at hand.
I ran across this image from Rockwell and immediately fell in love with it. Something about the expressions, I think. They’re wearing the flat busted and tired look of two hoofers who’ve washed out too many times in too many places. Anyway, I thought I’d share.
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