It’s a jungle scene, two tigers, one naked white lady (maybe a goddess), done in the Primitive school of art.
The tigers blink their big eyes at me, but ignore me.
The goddess? Likewise ignores me. I think she knows I don’t belong in this painting. Which I don’t.
But how do I get out? Pushing through thick bushes, I find another painting in here; Nighthawks by Hopper. Thankfully it’s of an American café, circa 1940.
Finding my way home may take some time.