The painting depicts two women who look like sisters. They are in fact the same woman (the Artist) nearly twenty years apart. The young woman on the left is her younger self and the woman on the right is her now. Retrospect is a particularly human quality, as is emotion.
I’m not picking it because of its cleverness (although I do like that), but because it speaks of the way we change and don’t change throughout our lives. I don’t want to get into the ship of Theseus here, but rather reflect on the fact that we do change: physically, I can reach a shelf I couldn’t have when I was four; mentally, my maths is rather better than when I was four; experientially, the lens of memories refracts new experiences. Yet at the same time, I am still me, in the same body, with the same mind and spirit.
Retrospective sisterhood makes me wonder about what was in that twenty year gap, and also my last twenty year gap.