Its source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless. Has light become subjective? Have you no soul, tree? Perhaps just...reflections of the way life used to be.
Why would an artist paint a detailed reflection of a rock yet leave out the reflection of the tree beside it? Is it intended to draw our attention to reflection itself? The shape of Florida is after all reflected in negative space. Or perhaps the lack of reflection is symbolic. This tree does not reflect because it is not real. It fails to exist...at least in the most traditional, physical sense. Riddle me this Batman - when is a tree not actually a tree?
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late...I pray the light lifts me out. Before I pine away....before I pine away.