"Ah! You are my husband, ah! you are the master..." 1849

Curator: Well, this is a fun one! Daumier's "Ah! You are my husband, ah! you are the master..." seems to capture domestic unrest with a flair. Editor: It certainly does! The scene is so raw. What strikes me is the almost theatrical drama. What do you make of it? Curator: For me, it’s that tightrope walk between comedy and tragedy. Daumier's laughing at societal hypocrisy, yet there’s a tangible sense of despair in the air, isn’t there? The poor child clinging to his father... Editor: I see what you mean; it's a chaotic dance. Thanks, that gives me a fresh perspective on Daumier's work. Curator: My pleasure. Always a joy to ponder these domestic squabbles together!