Mary Cassatt, Five O'Clock Tea (1880)
I return to paintings, the way I revisit a favorite novel, or order the same dish at a specific restaurant: with anticipation of acquaintance spiced by the knowledge that I will discover something new.
Recently, as I gaze at Cassatt's tea drinkers, I find myself examining the pattern of the upholstery. I also notice more than before the vase in the painting hanging over the mantlepiece.
When I next look at the picture, what other nuance might strike me?