But there was one oddity on the lawn- an impressionistic print of a woman riding a horse, on a stark white background, done in shades of blue and lavender-grey and old rose. It's so very not an Italian grandmother's taste: might be something her son brought from his own home when they moved in a year ago and decided he didn't care for. I know I've seen it in a store somewhere- I assume mass-produced, but there's no signature or any sign of what it is. I copped it for myself, partly as a souvenir, and partly, as I discover, that it goes perfectly with my bedroom's colours, being the exact shades of incandescens' dragon quilt on the rocking chair. Hung it across from the bed where Andrew Wyeth's Evening at Kuerner's used to be in all its brown autumnal melancholy, and now suddenly the room looks so much bigger when I walk in.
ETA: informative FB friend identifies it as native American painter Carol Grigg's Riding Farboy. (That was the only site I could find with a decent picture of it.)