A phrase used by mother to describe a young me...her blue-eyed boy. Naturally things didn't always work out quite as blue eyed as she'd hoped . So this ironically charged pastoral scene is gently freighted with a mixture of promise and disappointment (a bit like how contemporary landscape painting is viewed by the cognoscenti). Hence the promising romantically blue rendered view is disrupted by hints of euclidean geometry and cartesian mark -making. Romance Disrupted by geometric enlightenment. Promise disrupted by faint disappointments. A gentle melancholy is left to contemplate a distant yearning for how things could have been.