The painting in the entrance

This is a painting my great uncle bought from an unknown polish surrealist painter back in the 50’s in Prague, or so I was told by my father.

My father insisted on hanging it up in the staircase by the entrance, and this had the effect of shocking and terrifying all the supermarket delivery men who came by.

As a teenager my friends and I called her Daphne. I’ve always loved this painting. I love Daphne’s green hair, I love the random dancing frog, the butterfly, the unconventional beauty of her face and the fact that the painting doesn’t seem to have a specific direction you can hang it in. When it’s horizontal you want to hang it vertically and vice versa.

Today, a housekeeper I hired to help me with a cleaning job looked at the painting and said:

“-This painting belongs in the bedroom and this skinny lady needs a bikini wax.”

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