This painting is the epitome and the finest realisation of the Arcadian notion in art. It contains its beauty and mystery, its simplicity and its complexity, its hope and its despair, its power and its humility.
But above all, it is an open painting, impossible to decipher completely, a true enigma of the illuminati, a visual koan, a perpetual question, and a perpetual quest.
It gives no answers. But it gives the code for continual development in living, and in thinking. It is a nightmare to those who seek, and a preparatory school for those who find.
It fills you with peace. But within that peace it plants the seeds of restlessness, of unease, of subtle disturbance, like a meaningful dream not fully understood, filling your waking hours with question marks.