Spring in art part 8: the day van Gogh comes to Fulham
Today is the most awaited day of my year. The hopeful and feverish monitoring of the evolution of the buds on my beloved pear tree culminates and ends on the day I wake up to find buds have turned into flowers.
That day is today. White, fragile, ephemeral, beautiful and moving, trembling in the breeze against the clear blue sky. Today I’m feeling a little bit like Vincent in Arles. I also choose to live this day in contemplation and in awe of nature.
This yearly gift is immense. In the spring of 2020, a year we are unlikely to forget, it carries all the weight of our hopes and the courage of our dreams.