O’ where to start? Let’s begin with the obvious — the line work. Bold. Uncompromising. Confident . The eyes have no choice but to dance a pirouette and pop-lock for joy! And the typography? The auto-traced(!) font placed on top of the rendering creates an indelible tension , echoing the strained dialogue between the foreground figure (presumably Mr. G himself) and the slender-jean-ed youth subjected to his (as well as the viewer’s ) scorn. A delight.