Ferrières (memories of)

I draw/paint (now digitally) constantly, and recently, I "found" some images that had a weird feel to them, a feeling I immediately recognized as "loaded" (akin to Marcel's "madeleines").
One cannot always be certain of the origin of such involuntary memories (though they can be so very welcome, so "real"), but I suspect this one to be a recollection of happy times spent with my parents in their home in Ferrières, Belgium (a beautiful village where they are now buried).
These images remind me strongly of their dining-room's wallpaper ("papier peint") and as this has a potent-yet-quiet melancholic tone, the music of Händel immediately presented itself as "just right."
Bringing the images and the music together must have been what was expected because when I now view this piece, I can smell my mother's cooking (she was a fa-bu-lous cook!).
This is "just" another sketch, not a "special piece made for special occasions" (festivals and all), am getting increasingly tired of "all that."

But in reality, isn't every day, every moment, every breath, special?

Music is Georg Friedrich Händel's Concerto for Harp in B flat Major, op. 4 no 6, the second movement (Larghetto Adagio) performed on the harp by Ursula Holliger, with the English Concert directed by Trevor Pinnock (I have very fond memories of maestro Pinnock when he was the music director of the NAC Orchestra in Ottawa, I also have many of his recordings, including as a harpsichordist, he is an indispensable musician in "my" world).