Moonreach gathers the eye toward a swollen lunar orb suspended within a firmament of deepest indigo, its pocked silver face worked in glacial blues and bruised violets that seem to hold a cold interior fire. A solitary tree, leafless and serpentine, ascends along the left margin and curls its luminous branches about the moon as though to clasp or to summon it, an attitude recalling the ancient conception of the axis mundi, that world-tree whose crown brushes the celestial vault while its roots descend into the chthonic dark. The lunar sphere has long stood as emblem of the reflective and receptive faculty, governess of tides and of dreams, mistress of the threshold between waking sense and the deeper waters of the soul; here she presides over a slumbering wood of spectral conifers, their forms half-dissolved into the surrounding night. The composition answers to the old hermetic intuition that the visible heavens and the hidden interior mirror one another, that to reach toward the moon is to reach within. Rendered in acrylic upon canvas at eighteen by twenty-four inches, the work carries the saturated, atmospheric darkness of nocturnal romanticism while preserving the cool clarity of moonlit revelation.
Those drawn to the thinking beneath this image may find its argument set out at length in a recent essay, String theory, quantum entanglement, and the geometry of nothing. The piece traces a strange convergence among modern physicists, that geometry is the residue of relation and that distance measures only how thoroughly two things fail to know one another. Moonreach renders the same intuition in pigment. The serpentine tree does not stand beside the moon in mannerly proximity; its luminous branches curl upward and clasp the sphere, closing whatever gulf the eye first supposed lay between them. The reaching is the proof. The dark between tree and moon carries the faint stippling of correlation, the void doing its patient work, the world-tree of older cosmologies pressing its crown against the celestial vault precisely where heaven and soul are held to mirror one another.