A spontaneous visit to the Rijksmuseum.
A spontaneous encounter with an unknown painting.
A new favorite.
Maybe it’s the fact that markets and supermarkets are currently overflowing with white asparagus.
A vegetable that I’ve always struggled to appreciate, unlike its green counterpart.
Maybe it was the “director’s choice” signage next to it.
I hope not.
Maybe it was the translucence of the paint and the simplicity and intimacy of the composition.
I think so.
Maybe it was a combination of all of the above.