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"The Hay Wain" by John Constable (1821)

This is one of England's most famous and most loved paintings. It resides in The National Gallery in London, next to Trafalgar Square. It was painted by John Constable when he was 45 years old. The canvas is quite large - measuring 51 inches by 73 inches.
The scene depicts a hay wain or wagon crossing the River Stour which separates the ancient ceremonial counties of Suffolk and Essex. Constable grew up very close to this spot for his father owned  nearby Flatford Mill.

The house on the left was rented to a tenant farmer called Willie Lott. It is reckoned that he only spent three or four days away from this spot in his entire life. Though it was originally known as  Gibeons Farm, in Constable's lifetime it was always known as Willie Lott's Cottage just as it is today.

What do people like about this painting? Perhaps its fame is simply cumulative with its established familiarity gilding its popularity with modern witnesses. But thinking more aesthetically - maybe it is the sense of rural peace that the work exudes. It celebrates country life and the composition guides our eyes towards a distant future where there is a little blue sky, a little hope overhead.  

It was a way of life that by 1821 was already giving way to industrialisation and the growth of cities. Many farm workers were seeking a way out of rural poverty and servitude and new industries seemed to represent that possibility. Soon the quiet bucolic lifestyle of the folk who occupied the countryside will be gone along with the hay wains their horses pulled.

Have you seen it before? What, if anything, do you think about the picture?


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wind

 The rains came

Didn’t stop

Wind snapped trees

Like paper clips

Rubber banded

And coiled

Tighter than

This girl’s 

Anxiety

What would follow

Is seven days

Without power

And a psyche

Seeking a lifeline



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Life

 I don’t know how I will write going forward. I’m not the same. I read and reread your words as they were a lifeline. Helene which is my mother’s name by the way, fundamentally altered me. When I asked God to go give me a story, this is not what I had in mind. 

One of you told me what I want didn’t matter, and over the past seven days I’ve done what I thought impossible. I hope to be able to put into words what God can do in seven days, but for right now, I leave you with this. 

Please continue to love, be hopeful and trust. 

Thank you for pouring into a vessel flailing in uncertainty. 



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