They have for me a kind of "Rorschach" quality, which much if not all art does, maybe, in that I what I see in them may not be what you see in them, and what I see in them the first time I look at them may not be so the second.
In this one I see a dancer.
In this one, perhaps, the starting of a path.
And in this--besides the obvious doorway--an off-kilter sense of looking at the world, a sense of perspective.
Plus I love an artist who says
Maybe I’m just holding on to youthful naivety, but I still think that painting can make the world a better place.
PS: Now can you guess what the title of this post means?