There's a nursery rhyme I part remember. Something about riding a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, to see a fine lady upon a white horse. Perhaps that's what's happening here. The young girl, now dismounted from her mother's knee, has turned her back on the white horse & the lady in — though clothed — Godiva pose. Is per- haps contemplating the cubism of the tombstone that her body has become, the tumbled straight- edged landscape, the upright dwellings, the church beyond. Is that Banbury Cross? she may be wondering. Which way is the lady facing as she rides along?
Sunday, July 09, 2017
#357 L'Écuyère
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