I’m haunted by a yellow landscape that shows a cornfield in France, with a windmill close to the horizon. The time must be late in the afternoon on a late summer day. The whole painting is yellow. I’m thinking I saw it at some point in the 1990s, perhaps at the Sprengelmuseum in Hannover, or somewhere in California, but for now it is a mere fragment of a memory, an itch I try to scratch, unsuccessfully. No, the one above is a mere approximation but not the real thing…