I must have walked past this place hundreds of times. It’s about 5 minutes from our house, right in the middle of the estate, and you normally don’t give it a second glance. But on this morning, just before Christmas in 2015, the dawn light was coruscating, transforming the mundane into something that ached with Romantic Agony. It does not take a profound imagination to see those three trees, skeletally bare and backlit by the fires of heaven, as an allegory for the crucifixion, and so the title became obvious and unavoidable.
The original painting sold long ago, but prints are available.