This climactic scene marks a major turning point in the narrator—it’s the moment she finally wakes up, symbolically, from her existential hibernation. The narrator has spent much of the book anguishing over the pointlessness of life, which is full of vapid art, superficial relationships and unexplainable tragedy. She finally feels “free” when she recognizes the beauty and potential that can come from meaninglessness and goes to touch the painting. If nothing matters and nothing can be predicted, then it makes no difference whether she touches the painting or not. Whether she chooses to live with the foolish, superficial optimism of someone like Reva or with the cynical nihilism she herself has exhibited from the start of the novel has no effect on life’s fundamental meaning (or lack thereof). There is freedom, the narrator seems to suggest, in realizing that one’s perspective does not change the nature of reality: “Things [are] just
things,” including the narrator herself.