There are five people in the painting
and only one of them is looking
at us; the two musicians and one
of the fleshy nymphs lost in unheard
music, another nymph pouring
water into a well (is music flowing
like water, is lost time regained?);
all are ignorant or uncaring of
the eyes of five centuries looking
at them. Except the raggedy shepherd
with the hound and his flock of sheep
at the background. He is looking past
the four, directly at us, through five
centuries that have cracked his eyes
but kept his gaze steady. What
are you doing here, that gaze asks,
questions, what do you want
from here, what will you
take from this?
03.04.2024
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