Oh, I'm glad other people here like these.
I love that, for me, the focus is never on the person that's foregrounded - like in the sex one it's the child in the background who is about to walk it that's foregrounded, despite the fact that the passion is portrayed as messy enough to be real - and the sleeping child is foregrounded in others. The painter/the narrator is 'in' the pieces, but they aren't, in my reading, about them, but about the family, about chaos, about love.
In the driving one, I love that we realise that the stressed driver is trying to see in three places at once, including the checking on their kid in the backseat.
I also (and will always) adore any painting that has the very real picture of 'is my child playing with the ironing cord' and cheesy corn snacks in them. Oh, and the fridge as a character. It reassures me that humanity isn't all art galleries and tweakments.
Sarah-Jane
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