And then we have Grant Woods dinner for Threshers. I love this picture. You lose yourself in it. You follow the story. You see these sunburned faces. These are men who have been out in the field that have been wearing hats. They take their hats off for lunch. So they're all of these white foreheads. It's beautifully observed. But the longer you look at it, you realise, well, it's painted in 1934. But where are we? Even in post-depression rural life, it wasn't quite as old-fashioned as this. And we learn that when we look at the barn on the left, we see that there is a date of 1892. It's hard to see, but it's inscribed just under the awning. And what thought he was born in 1899? It was born in 1891. But when he painted this in 1934, it's an nostalgic picture. He's looking back. He's remembering the life he led as a farm boy and of this ritual of having the Threshers at lunch after they'd worked during the day. They're three men who are not quite able to sit at the table because the table is full. And he writes, this was my home. These were our hands. This was my mother's China. So for him, it's not modern life. It is a memory.