DECEMBER Sheep Coming In 1976 - 1977

Editor: Right, so here we have Peter Brook's "DECEMBER Sheep Coming In," held in the Tate collection. It’s incredibly stark, makes you feel the cold, somehow. What pulls you in when you look at it? Curator: You know, it whispers of solitude to me, a quiet resilience in that lonely farmhouse. But look closer, do you see how the sheep, those tiny brushstrokes of white, are echoed in the snow-dusted walls? He finds poetry in repetition, doesn’t he? Editor: Yes, now that you mention it, the repetition does create a rhythm. I hadn't noticed how the sheep mirror the snow. Curator: It's a dance between darkness and light, isn't it? A very subtle balancing act. And that sky, that barely-there yellow, promises a bleak dawn, or maybe a lingering sunset. I wonder, is it hope, or just acceptance? Editor: I think it's both, Curator. The painting seems to hold space for both hope and acceptance.