Triptych of the Temptation of St Anthony

I am half-snoozing against the glass of the train window as it cuts through the flat expanse of the lowlands. Fields all green and yellow in the heat of summer, the sky is white and bruisy with clouds. It is so early in the morning. My heavy eyelids, I can see all the way out as the fields disappear into the grey horizon. Just saying I’m an art critic feels like I am being too vague. Sometimes I…