Look, I'm no art expert, in fact, I'm no expert at anything very much, but - and here come some dread words for artists everywhere! - I do know what I like - and so do you. Sorry to bore on but I am left with no alternative except to repeat my tedious mantra that art, first of all, is visceral! You look and either you like, or dislike, or you yawn. There-after, particularly if you like, you then spend minutes, hours, days, and in some extreme cases, a lifetime, trying to explain to others why you like a particular painting or the collected works of some particular artist. If you are an 'expert', of course, you will convince suckers people that your opinion is the impartial truth.
David Hockney has an exhibition of some of his works opening in London. I don't pretend to any particular knowledge of his paintings mostly because, on the odd occasions I have come across them, they have left me unmoved. The picture above shows two people in a room. The picture below, by Edward Hopper, also shows two people in a room.
Room in New York by Edward Hopper
Now that intrigues me! Don't ask me why because I can't explain it but Hopper's lonely people, captured in their tiny rooms and who never look at each other, fascinate me.
I can't explain it, like I said, it's visceral!