In the course of conversation today a man said, ‘My doctor showed me a painting by Rembrandt. It was the Prodigal Son. Do you know it?”
I didn’t know it.
I pulled Mister Google from my pocket as the man continued: ‘My doctor showed me the painting. I looked at the painting, wondering. I looked back at my doctor. He was looking at the painting and I saw his eyes in a sea of tears.’
It was my turn to gaze at the painting. I was right: I’d never seen the image before. My own eyes stung.