I have to admit that while I dug the detail, I didn’t really think much of this piece of art… until I read the artist’s description:

It’s kind of about the strange, uncomfortable feeling of reuniting with old friends only to find that the magic just isn’t there anymore – and in turn, about the melancholy “nothing will ever be as good as it used to be” type of nostalgia, of which I am increasingly fond. And of course, a tribute to the late, great, wood-paneled, shag-carpeted 1970′s rec room.

And suddenly I ‘got it’ – or at least appreciated it in a different way. I think I’d be into a piece that captured the artist’s intent but without the pop culture reference.

And I’ve maintained for quite a while that Presents Opening Children is awesomely awesome in its awesomeness.