Bam! A peasant comes out of the cottage and is coming to the meadow.
Ding, ding, ding! There comes a flock of sheep led by a bellwether. Wait there a minute, please, sheepy-sheepy, and a great man will paint you.
All right then, don't wait. I didn't want to paint you anyway
Bam! All things break into glistening—ten thousand diamonds strew the grasses, the lilies and the tall stalks of swaying poppies. Diamonds on the cobwebs—diamonds everywhere. Glistening, dancing, glittering light—floods of light—pale, wistful, loving light: caressing, blushing, touching, beseeching, grateful light. Oh, adorable light! The light of morning that comes to show you things— and I paint and I paint and I paint.
Oh, the beautiful red cow that plunges into the wet grass up to her dewlaps! I will paint her. There she is—there!
Here is Simon, my peasant friend, looking over my shoulder.
"Oho, Simon, what do you think of that?"
"Very fine," says Simon, "very fine!"
"You see what it is meant for, Simon?"
"Me? Yes, I should say I do—it is a big red rock."