‘…it seems to me that only one intangible, religious faith apart, can be relied upon to see us happily through our last years. It is art, which is infinite in itself, which can be creative or comforting, active or passive, which comes from nowhere, which goes everywhere, which is omniscient, which is laughter and pity and puzzle and beauty, which is equally available all of us, practitioners or recipients, and which can satisfy all our senses while the going is good.’ Jan Morris, ‘Day 33’, In My Mind’s Eye, 2018
Photo: Musee La Piscine, Roubaix, March 2012