Two, the Same or Different

I had a chance to go to the annual Churchill art exhibition at the library here but was surprised to see that there was nothing whatsoever related to the man himself.  Turns out that the whole idea of it was that it is a showcase for hobby painters, much like Churchill was when he was not running the country. Now, with any kind of exhibition, even the worst one imaginable (think the New Museum or a performance of modern music), there is bound to be something that will strike me, and in this case, it was this set of portraits- of an age that to my eyes is indeterminate, but must be at least from the 1950s (if judging by the clothes of the woman on the right), but I with even my wide and limited knowledge of such things, may be absolutely wrong, but that is no matter- for I came out of it alive, and much better, although for a reason that may be totally unrelated, my heart was broken (again).