The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with the same camera, gallery and heavy black frame; the frame and wall do not change. The painted man inside the portrait has lunged forward from his armchair and now presses his whole face against the inside of the glass: his nose squashed flat and wide, his cheeks pressed, his lips puckered in a smashed kiss, one eye shut, one eye looking at her, one painted hand flat against the glass with the fingers spread. A little fog patch on the glass around his lips. Absurd and very funny, still in the old-master painted style inside the frame, with the small red flower in his lapel. The woman on the left stands in the same place but has burst out laughing, her head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, one hand clapped over her mouth to hold it in, her shoulders hunched. She has exactly two arms and two hands. No text.
