Golden Age, or The Land of Cockaigne

In this painting, a world of abundance opens like a celestial glade. Here, nothing is lacking; all is offered in generous profusion. Lights multiply like fruits hanging in the sky. Each gleam becomes an offering, each hue a promise of joy. It is a golden age, out of time, where the universe itself becomes a feast. The stars assemble, as if around a vast invisible table. They share their rays, inviting one to savour infinity. Peace is felt here, fullness, the certainty of perfect balance. This is not a dream but a memory: that of a world already inscribed within us. A land of plenty, not earthly but cosmic. A reminder that true wealth is not possession but light shared. Here, everything breathes unity; all celebrates life in its abundance. And the one who contemplates this surrenders, heart lightened, nourished by clarity. In this country of stars, one remembers: they are a child of infinite abundance.