The Waltz of the Middle Aged Woman.

Now that I can finally post...

I went to the art gallery this weekend and saw this:

It took my breath away. I was spell bound.

It isn't often I come across a piece that I can relate to at an emotional level.

Obviously art is open to interpretation but it speaks to me.

I feel what she feels. I am afraid of what she feels.

Death by floor murder.

Anyone want to guess what the hell is going on here?

Ignore the ugliness for a minute and look at the floor.

What. The. Fuck.

Imagine how annoying it must be to walk over without tripping. 

Not a room I'd want to be in after a few drinks.

On another note, what the fuck is that colourful thing on the right??

Multicoloured chevron tiles.

Image from My Little Happy Place

No. Just no.