What if, for once, the painting itself, or the people in it, would tell us a story? A story of art, architecture, history, something happened at that time, in the painting. Maybe something in the past within a social-political background that we ignored. Maybe we haven't paid attention to THAT detail or the artist's point of view. The real, genuine, blunted opinion of who was living a social life far from what we are living today, within a background that has influenced the painting itself, people portrayed in it, people outside of it, the whole art world.
It is not only a matter of peeping people.
Demoiselle no.5 has her say
"...It's not just modeling, you know, it's about freedom. I'm stuck here since 1907 with no pants and a face that I barely recognise as mine. And I'm supposed to stay here in these conditions for ever. When I was figuratively born, in this room, on this canvas, I thought for a second it would have been easy for me: having a look around, having my says, have something to eat, etcetera. But it wasn't. He gave me four more friends and you know what? I'm the most uncompleted and the ugliest one! No, wait a minute, this one next to me is the ugliest.
I know we are not in Paris anymore. I'm not sure I'm gonna like this new place though. Despite these women around me, I feel alone. I have seen a woman with him. She's very young and pretty. It seems he was inspired by her whilst painting one of us. Not me for sure. I've also seen this subversive poet with him. They must be friends. They are both Don Juan. I can observe without interferring, i can see the passion, the fights, the violence. I can see and look at the disappointed faces around the studio, not saying a word. I have the beneficial negation of speak.
My legs are hurting a bit. It's the position I suppose. Also my neck is in pain. My body is not very rounded like a woman's should be. Even a woman like me, you know, THAT kind of woman, deserve a harmonic body. We are different. We are angular, hence hostile. That's why on our face there's a hint of disapproval."