The View of the Church of Saint-Paul de Mausole, by Vincent van Gogh 1889
The sky reflected in the harvested field that laps up against the walls of the Church of Saint-Paul de Mausole. A surge of incriminating waves upon which the Word is cast, its roots in the church that’s defined in outline against the random aspect of the sky: a nirvana, or heaven – not to be dictated to by mere mortals. A modest harvest loosely stacked against the outer wall representing the total sum of souls still hoping for salvation, but excluded from the church’s close. You shall reap what you sow.
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