We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I have always hated that picture. There are one or two artists who specialize in depicting fat ladies -- especially old fat ladies, but this Freud guy is one of the most depressing. Botero, who also paints fat ladies, is at least cheerful about it, and his fat ladies have a certain cheerful charm about them. But this guy has a serious depression problem.
Now that I can no longer pretend to be anything but elderly, I could wish that artists would look for something beautiful about us derelicts, cast up upon the shores of life. I don't have to worry about sloppy fat myself, but the Wrinkle Midnight Special is coming down the track not far away.
If that picture offends your delicate sensibilities, then you must live in some precious bubble where you've never encountered a dead person,. a dying person, a person in real poverty, or even an emergency room on a bad night.
D ...I didn't say that representational art was boring, but worthy art does have a message. And the message here is that human beings are disgusting in their natural form. Not worth saving. Or viewing. I class this picture with the notorious art work "Piss Christ" which is infinitely unworthy of saving.
By the way... my first husband was an artist, a student of Ben Shahn, who died young.