I see in this picture the sorrow. The disappointment of something held up, placed up. Some event with some person or peoples at some place. Her flowers have slowly retracted from the freshness. The lights are low. The gems will fall. The opulent presentation via physical adornments have failed to produce a permanent satisfying something. It’s grey. It’s silent. It’s gorgeous and lonely. It’s a captured emotion that resonates with anyone who has ever held those emotions, such is a gift of art. Connecting souls across universes.