Depressed and distressed but disenchanted and disenfranchised by politics and the reporting thereof … and then, in one of of those strange serendipitous moments, I’d just seen Cézanne’s Onions in a book and moments later was captivated by the flickering, raking winter sunlight setting the onions in the kitchen aglow, like jewels … and thought: why not? Or even: how could you not?
Hmmm … but something must have gone wrong somewhere.
I was after simplicity, beauty, serenity, honesty, even a sort of Van Gogh, onions and red cabbage, earthiness … and N saw something menacing, threatening.
Back to the drawing board … or not — maybe we’re both right.