The English Pond

There is a painting from the nineteenth century in my hallway. It is an English landscape; a little pond in front of a very green forest on a gray afternoon. The Royal Academy of Arts would have proudly shown it in one of its exhibitions and the Victorian society would have enjoyed that little faithful portrait of their country side; A fine example of realism.

I’m walking down the hallway carrying my three month old daughter; she is at that age where they fix their vision in little details. She spots the painting and stares at it fascinated with the shapes and colors; she has never seen a pond, a forest nor a gray English sky.

I think she has an eye for abstract art.