The largest park in central Brussels was once the site of medieval hunting grounds. Carrying a rolled document, a man purposefully strides through the park, past the fountain that stands before the Belgian Parliament. Could he be a legislator, carrying a bill? He seems to have acquired a small audience, dressed for the park instead of for work. The combo of contradictions here – the disparities in costume and activity level – creates a sense of contrast and tension. Our eye moves back and forth between the man of action, and the woman wearing a bright red shirt, a rising garment, revealing the small of her back. He is too busy to notice them, and at least one member of the small audience refuses to look at him. Does he feel privileged, going somewhere where these onlookers can’t go? Does he know something that they do not? Is he better off for it? Or are they?