"Absinthe" by Edgar Degas
We now move to the fun and frivolity of a 19th century Parisian café. But wait, these people are not having any fun, in fact they look positively numb. Where’s the sparkling conversation? The dancing? It’s just two sad people trying to forget their troubles with a drink. Lighten up Degas! You pissed it up and danced on tables every night of your life! You’re not Aesop. Your job as a painter isn’t to teach us a lesson. Too much reality for me.