We're all still trying to figure ourselves out, right? I guess so. You think that maybe it's done this time but you're going to keep peeling back layers, then putting on new ones, an endless cycle until your last breath leaves. If you try to stop and think it's over for a bit, you'll eventually find yourself detached, leaving personal orbit to find yourselves without connection. Was that what was important? No, hold on, connection, that IS important. Let's dive deeper...
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Sephonie would like you to look at the painting again and see what you missed the first time. At first it was clear, every single piece here is meant to spark an internal reflection. That's how we might communicate with nature, or at least try. Connect it with us, and once we do that and consider what it means in terms of the whole island, maybe we can understand what we might move on with. Or, perhaps, we're all just trying to find meaning in the little things. That's not really the full story though, eventually we go home. The research is done, and we put up our dresses, and retire back from the day's work. Did the island come back with you? Or maybe you just box it, compartmentalize it as another 'day', send it to the back of your head. Obviously not every moment changes us, but eventually these bits combine, flashes of life that start to become distorted skyscrapers that interfere with the work ahead, and in connecting with others around you, you will find yourself confronting that. Maybe you'll spend hours, days, months, trying to piece those together back into an organized box. They fit before, they can fit again. At some point you have to reach out a hand for help, tie yourself to others that, whether you know or not, are on that same journey as yours.

In other, much less complicated and psuedo philosophical words, Sephonie wants to impart that connection isn't just a process in how it deals with yourself, but also how you might light the path for others by sharing your own memories, anxieties, and fears onto the beautiful greenery that are the lives around you. Boundaries still exist and we don't want to tear them asunder, less we become like dust, but we join hands and feel together, holding a steadfast, tightened grip. Whether near or fear, distant lights countries away or together in the same room staring into each other's eyes minutes before breaking down, we hope for beauty in the road ahead by trusting in each other.

I like that Sephonie was viscerally moved and shifted by the rise and eve of the pandemic. I like that as it gazed across the cities and towns who all had to isolate, it found that the biggest threat for a body that EXERTED FORCE, REFLECTED LIGHT, IN AN INSTANT COULD BE GONE, was releasing itself to nothing. Intimacy is our net, and a beating pulse of our heart. A strand of beauty linking you and I. How lucky!!!