I'd like to combine melancholy and sunshine. . . There's a sadness in Provence which no one has expressed. . . I'd like to put reason in the grass and tears in the sky, like Poussin.
It must have been providence that directed Joel Morwood to dig in the right place, for he struck a lode of pure gold, as wide (comprehensive) as it is deep (profound). What he mined from that lode is a spiritual treasure.