Waal River

In morning haze, cut by the jetties into soft white boxes, that lift themselves reluctantly from the dark water, I came here when the night had passed. Old hurt I felt as new and without wanting it. Already a faint glimmer glows above the river, the sandy bends light up, turn gray again below the…

Adriaen Coorte

Painter of asparagus and raspberries, he’s added lemons too and gooseberries in tangible magnificence. He sets them down, depicts their shape. A rigid order they communicate, stubbornness that helps the viewer share durable pretence. Things edible and perishable as men are, have for a brief space been wilfully set apart and raised above nature’s breathlessness.…