On the thread below the Mysterious Ovookla mentioned that this was her favourite painting of all time. It’s certainly resonant; I once put a beech floor into a restaurant, thin strips of tongue and groove. You had to drill through each tongue where it met the joist and then send a spiral nail home, finishing with a nail punch so the groove of the next one could lock in. I was helping a mate out who was miles behind on the job. I worked eighteen hours solid, at the end of it I’d got blisters on top of blisters and more than several black fingernails where I’d missed the punch. Also, back-wise, well, I was young, but all the same: stiff.
The Floor Scrapers, 1875