I never really got Miro. I found his work to be too playful in his later years and too earnestly surreal in his earlier work. Until one day, suddenly, as though a screen fell away, I saw his work. Clearly. So, as I drew this and as I painted in the pale yellow circle, I felt as though I was paying homage, obscurely, to the bright optimism of Miro’s later work. The question that I ask myself is how much really good work out there am I missing because I really am unable to see it properly?