In 1767, this would have felt radical. It still does. Fragonard’s swinging girl is the same pink skirts, kicked-off slipper, the air thick with leaves but a small black cat now sits in her lap, watching the whole flirtation play out.

On the wall, the room shifts. A quiet bedroom or living room picks up the deep greens and warm pinks, and the eye keeps finding small things the slipper mid-flight, the cat’s calm stare, the boy half-hidden in the flowers.

Hang it where you sit and look properly: above a bed, behind a sofa, or on a feature wall in a softly lit room. It wants a little distance to breathe.

It sits well with velvet, linen, and aged timber. Soft lamplight in the evening brings the greens forward and warms the pinks.

Don’t crowd it. Avoid busy gallery walls, loud modern graphics, or anything that competes for the punchline. Stretched on a wooden frame and ready to hang straight from the box.