Glass print

A print on the glass spotted from the corner of your eye. We admire together how the sky gleams through the branches; a quiet blue sunset painted there in the reflection. Here we stand in modernity's allegory of the cave. Perhaps Plato was mistaken: what, in fact, makes this image, this print, indeed this shadow of sorts, any less 'real' than it's tangible counterpart? On these panes the tree enters a new dimension of artistic reality. It's dimensionality may deplete from 3- to 2D, but this is mere tax for it's growth in representational depth.