Those of you with a grounding in art history are (I hope!) saying YESSSS!
J/M/W Turner's painting, Mortlake Terrace, is one of his signature pieces. It has a quiet, elegaic quality, a celebration of watching the Lord Mayor's barge just ended (note the doll on the chair, and the hoop) on a mild evening...except for The Dog.
The focus of life’s picture,
the thing that draws the eye,
is sharpened by the stricture
that one is marked to die.
No more the languid lazy days
the flowed from dawn to dawn;
they’re past recall, and anyways,
I’m kinda glad they’re gone,
for now I have a purpose clear,
to live each precious hour,
to embrace what I hold dear
and stop to smell each flower.
Each moment saved is one that’s gained
until one’s living cup is drained.
Here's a delightful video on focus and hope...Dire Straits, with Walk Of Life.(Click here if the video oesn't appear on your evice.)