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ArtistThe year is 1960. A well dressed man in his fifties is sitting at a marble table in a fancy cafe, his back to the wall. In front of him on the table are a cup of tea, a couple of pencils, and a simple pad of paper. He is sitting up, and looking straight ahead as if seeing a friend across the street. He has a slightly blank, expression as if lost in thought, but with a trace of wonder and happiness in it. On the white wall behind him, to either side, bright sunshine is hitting the wall, as if reflected of a shiny car passing by. Portrait, oil painting on canvas, sharp focus, cinematic shot, realistic, smooth. Not a photo, a lush and atmospheric painting in the style of John Singer Sargent.
“My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
