Composition 8

When it comes to Rococo, more is more.
And this work is the most.

It’s hard to know where your eye should land first:
On the magnificent white peacock, flanking the scene like a heraldic supporter.
On the curlicues of its crest echoing the tendrils of the exquisite music stand, the floral swags of the great classical urn and the embellishments of the silver-gilt console table.
On the manuscript, hinting at ancient knowledge
On the curious white pheasant popping out
On the carved bouquet reflecting its real counterparts
Or on the flowers exploding from the centre of the work in a riotous celebration of Spring, whites, greens and the odd shade of pink.

We are transported to a Venetian palazzo. Vivaldi’s Spring crescendos in our minds as we marvel in this visual variation of a soaring violin concerto.