Hidden beauty

In Alan Bennett’s play The Hand of God, an antiques dealer congratulates herself on the sale of a picture frame for £100, only to discover that the nondescript drawing that occupied it was a Michelangelo worth millions. Likewise, it must have been some surprise to be told that the painting that had hung above an office in Hereford Cathedral for years was in fact an undiscovered Gainsborough. This tale will be snapped up by hoarders: never throw anything away!

Presumably, the Hereford painting will now be worth squillions, whereas before it was loved, if not valued. It’s curious how the value of something can jump upon closer examination, not of the art, but its provenance. What truly matters is whether it is appreciated. Does it bring pleasure? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not the art dealer.