Wandering off-stage in h.wood, happened across someone else's "green room." Wondering if one might view this in a post 9/11 era as "nostalgic traumedy?"and in a pre-911 era as "nostalgic zealousy." Regardless of the era, I'm not really sure why this painting makes me uncomfortable. But it does. Is it the sense that I am looking at a Hopper on out-dated anger meds that makes me woozy? What does this painting say to you? Other than, thank god I had a girl (even though she has the looks and temperament of George Washington).