This is not a Through-the-Basement-Door kind of image, but it is autobiographical. The older we get the more we seem to be flirting with death. Leaning close and then stepping away, but never out of reach. He can afford to be patient.
On another occasion entirely I painted this mural in the same Tango genre. They all adhere to the same formula, guy in a suit woman in a red dress vague smoky background with undefined musicians, fiery orange and reds symbolizing passion I assume. I think you can find this kind of image on velvet paintings if you look.
This one was painted frame and all on the cinder block wall of a dance school. It's about 11 feet long. Almost entirely done with latex house paints.