The depth of the sky looming over a horizon ablaze with the setting sun – like a blade of light – recalls the work of Tammar Luxoro, as well as the light of Fontanesi, who D’Andrade met in Geneva, along with Calame. The almost desert-like landscape, dominated by the low, distant horizon and marked by the slow pace of the figures, lends an epic air to this melancholic procession of workers returning from their daily labours in the fields, almost as if it were a biblical exodus.

Signed left: “ALFREDUS DE/ANDRADE/OLISIPONIENSIS/ME FECIT JANUA/A.D. DCCCLXIX”