I love this painting, it strikes me as sort of uncritical and affectionate. If I recall correctly, it was among the harbingers of an era of documentary art (rather than idealized or narrative). In a way, it sort of presaged photography--it is more or less a snapshot.
Was it really? It's funny- I don't know why, but I find it very affecting, even though it's so straightforward. Maybe it's because it is like a snapshot of a long gone world.
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