“I Find Myself Laughing at the Painting”
Brush still in hand, my eyes becoming clear, I find myself laughing at the painting. I’m surprised by my joy.[1]
Laughter, Hobbes wrote, “is nothing but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves.”[2]
Not in me – but through me.
[1] Apologies to Wordsworth.
[2] Leviathan
