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| 'Panneau' of Van Gogh's painting; les Alyschamps, Arles |
‘Here’s the panneau,’
Rudy said. ‘It’s a study of autumn leaves rather than the burial ground.’
Kate examined the
picture. It wasn’t a painting of history. Vincent seemed to have lived quite
spectacularly in the present; autumn trees, the long alley, the cold blue-grey
stone of the tombs, figures – people moving across the canvas. A transiting
moment captured and stilled, a slither of time under a microscope.‘It’s typical
of him. He’s painted almost nothing and seen everything,’ she said at length.‘Now
you begin to understand,’ Rudy approved. To hide her pleasure, Kate tossed her
head and walked faster towards the half-ruined church that awaited them at the
end of the path.
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