Paintings, like other things in life, seem to change, partly because the surface looses it's lustre as it dries which gets (mostly) restored with a good varnish and partly because of some innate metaphysical quality about the work or the painter or something which makes that which was appealing over a candlelight dinner seem less so over Shredded Wheat (so they say)...
and with a (digital) frame:
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