to derive my own solutions...

a comparison of stages in human life with the times of day and the changing of seasons. you decide if paradise is an image of nature or nature becomes an image of paradise.

can you believe the transformation of an opinion over time due to the conditions brought on not by the producer but of unseen, uncontrollable forces? life in this world is determined by the forces of nature and human labor.

can any such confusion be identified with certainty?

we are led to a conclusion, but need to derive our own solutions. maybe they aren't solutions, maybe they are just the final outcome, because they do not solve anything in its entirety. maybe so...

despite this, there is a distinct finality about it. you ask what it refers to. there is a distinct air of finality to our habitation of this world, of everything. unless, of course, you can see what i see. i see beyond. you should ask me what i see and if you're lucky, i'll give you a hint. that forcefulness of composition tends to be questioning, yet bold.

hmm. what do you think? come on... you can tell me...