A woman in a plain dress with long billowing sleeves walks atop a high canopy of leaves. As she approaches the edge, she seems unaware of any danger. Her eyes are fixed indirectly off-panel. The warm glow of sunset washes over her and paints the sky in tranquil layers of peach and lavender. Absently the woman holds a ribbon strung between her hands. With the implied motion of her step, the ribbon brushes her thigh as a red glass heart dangles behind bobbing at the end of its loop. Sinuous trunks of thick textured wood support the flat-top of the canopy upon which she walks. Seeking perch, crows glide between the slithering tendrils that support her. The dichotomy of worlds is clear; the vantage above offers no perspective of below and what holds it all up.
A woman in a plain dress with long billowing sleeves walks atop a high canopy of leaves. As she approaches the edge, she seems unaware of any danger. Her eyes are fixed indirectly off-panel. The warm glow of sunset washes over her and paints the sky in tranquil layers of peach and lavender. Absently the woman holds a ribbon strung between her hands. With the implied motion of her step, the ribbon brushes her thigh as a red glass heart dangles behind bobbing at the end of its loop. Sinuous trunks of thick textured wood support the flat-top of the canopy upon which she walks. Seeking perch, crows glide between the slithering tendrils that support her. The dichotomy of worlds is clear; the vantage above offers no perspective of below and what holds it all up.