Eye of the Estuary: an oblong orb floats suspended in the upper branches of a mangrove tree, its iris a swirling vortex of indigo and gold,-stares out across a silken expanse of turquoise water, where the surface tension is broken by a lone seagull, its wingsuit a delicate latticework of downy feathers-as the light of the setting sun bleeds into the scene, a dripping, honey-colored paint seeps from the tree's trunk, pooling around the base, forming a hieroglyphic of ripples and concentric circles-like a mirror held up to the sky, the water's surface reflects the Eye's beauty, infusing the image with an otherworldly essence, as if the very fabric of reality is about to unfurl like a lotus bloom.