I used to be in love with a young women whose middle name is Hope. I do not know where she is today but I think of her often. When I do think of her somehow her middle name is always a part of my thoughts. I've heard many people say that hope is the enemy of the good. I do not share this view; I would never share this view. Hope is one of life's gifts. And so when I looked at this painting this afternoon I immediately was filled with a strong sense of hope and Hope came into my mind, again. Visually, in the language of your painting, Julian, this sense registered in double-time and from two places. Of course the distant snowy Mont Ventoux is one, but also from the light reflecting on the house and its angling ridges (particularly the peak of the roof and that tiny note of light!) reminding me, in this season, that light has truly come into the world. Thank you for hope...and another masterful gem!
Julian
I am just back from three days in London and realise that I have missed out on bidding for this lovely view of Ventoux. It's terrific. Next time maybe...
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