I do like Sunday morning Anna as we can laze about in bed and do absolutely nothing
I love your room as the sun starts on one wall and travels to the other each day
I love the prints you have attached to your white plaster walls
Anna looked around and saw that Anna had dozed off in the morning sunlight
She took care not to wake her love and began to tiptoe around the room
Anna had completed this ritual many times before for no particular reason
She always stopped in front of the print of Turner’s The Fighting Temeraire
It was her favourite painting but it also troubled her as there was something hidden
She had asked Anna many times as Anna was a lecturer in Art History
But she was always teased and told to work it out for herself
Its the sun Anna it is in the wrong place do you not see that
No not really
The magnificent ship is being towed towards London so in theory we are looking east
Where does the sun set
In the west
We are not looking in a westerly direction
I see
Wherever you are in both hemispheres the sun will always rise in the east and set in the west
The same can be said of the moon and the stars as the earth spins towards the east
But why did the artist place it there when he knew it to be wrong
Anna received no answer and turned towards Anna who she supposed to be awake
But her friend was still asleep
There was nobody else in the room
For an instant she felt nervous as she was naked
I wanted it to represent the madness of the world
A great ship a veteran of many battles being let to her death
Under a cold thin sky whilst the sun burns like a raging fire
Oh the stupidity of man
Although the day promised to be warm Anna felt chilled and joined Anna in her bed
She kissed her lightly on her forehead
I now understand the painting fully Anna
That is good as I knew that he would visit you
I had asked him to do so on many occasions
Shall we go back to sleep now
As the day is young