Many questions come to mind when viewing this disturbing work. Such as, what happened to the perspective? What lies within the darkened archways of the buildings? Who is the mysterious man approaching our young heroine? Is it someone that she met on Facebook? Should we call the police? None of these questions matter as much as the central debate: Where is she going with that stolen Hula Hoop? (You don't think she'd be so cavalier with one of her own toys, do you? Well, you can tell that I don't have kids).
I know, it's not really a Hula Hoop, as with just minimal research, I find that what she is doing is called "hoop trundling" (good grief). I've never witnessed anyone partaking of this sport, but then, it's not like I ever go outside either. And with obvious good reason. De Chirico served the Surrealists well in the inspiration department, with his memorable portrayals of bleak city vistas and mental anguish compounded by loneliness and the inevitable parting of friends. I highly recommend checking out more of his works, if you're not too familiar with him. Then you too will understand that going outdoors is wholly overrated.
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