when the fields turn white

“Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne
Je partirai.

Tomorrow, at daybreak, when the fields turn white,
I will go.”

Victor Hugo wrote so fiercely from the cradle to the grave
when his daughter drowned
he knew very well what words won’t do

when the fields turn white
27×35, oil on canvas