The grandmams weren't just participating in the art world; they were finally at the top of it.
Decadent art loves ruins. The crumbling palace, the faded tapestry, the cracked mirror. The aging body is the ultimate ruin. But where traditional art pities the ruin, decadence eroticizes it. In Grannies, Decadence, Art Part Top , a wrinkled hand holding a crystal glass of absinthe becomes more erotic than any young ingénue. The audacity is the point.