That is SUCH a sad little picture, Peachy, but also very beautiful.
I have a favourite painting too which, for two years (from the age of 16 to 18), I used to go especially to see in the Edinburgh Art Gallery, in Princes Street, during my lunch hours from work. I hardly missed a day and used to just stand and gaze at it, silently adoring it.
Last time I was in Edinburgh, I went into the Art Gallery again but couldn't find it anywhere. I enquired about it and they told me it was "in the basement and no longer on show". I begged and pleaded to be taken to see it and was told to come back at a certain time when "someone" would take me down there. Well, I did and they did and, as soon as I saw it again, I promptly burst into tears.
Why this painting means so much to me I have no idea. I managed to buy a postcard of it and will ask Janette to scan it in for me when I see her at the weekend.
