The School of Den Hague artists!
They dared to dream of muddied terrain.
Surf crashing on wide sandy beaches.
Distant bursts of light.
Shafts of sun crashing through a skylight in the grey clouds.
They called it ‘Tegenlicht’.
Against the light.
That’s what it means.
At the centre of the canvas was a vanishing point beyond dour windmills.
Or on a point beyond a flock of sheep or cows.
Reflections in puddles.
Waves slapping the keels of beached barges.
Dark dresses of fisher folk billowing.
Turbulence beyond the flapping of brown sails.
I am there too now, immersed….click to follow: