Interior with a Nude and a Still Life 1937

Editor: Here we have Rodrigo Moynihan’s “Interior with a Nude and a Still Life,” a truly evocative painting housed right here at the Tate. It feels so intimate, almost like stumbling upon a private moment. What do you make of it? Curator: It's wonderfully enigmatic, isn't it? The brushstrokes are so loose, almost feverish, like a memory half-recalled. Look at how the nude almost melts into the background. And that still life – is it comforting, or a little…decaying? Editor: I see what you mean about the decaying feeling! Do you think that was intentional? Curator: Maybe. Or perhaps it's just life, being rendered with honesty. Moynihan doesn’t shy away from the fleeting nature of beauty, does he? It's a brave vulnerability, laid bare on the canvas. Editor: I hadn't considered it that way, as brave and vulnerable. It definitely changes how I see the piece. Curator: That's the joy of it all, isn't it? A new lens, a fresh perspective.