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I just cannot stop staring at this picture. It's not even Riro's legs that ensnares my gaze. It's the reflection in the dirty old mirror, marred by smudges and prints; the gentle glow of the sunlight on her pale legs; and the autumnal palette of the panelled room in which she is seated, like a nymph perched on a rock, watching the ripples in the lake below. The subtle angle of her delicate feet draws the gaze to that rhombic void which separates the dark, shadowed left-hand of the picture from the illuminated right, reminiscent of a resplendent sunrise. The whole image is in fact an ode to the wonderfully subdued autumnal season towards which we are are slowly advancing. At the same time. however, the image conjures feelings of hope, of good fortunes to come, in contrast to the typical brown-and yellow palette, which is known as inspiring thoughts of solemnity or respondence. Thus, this image may only be described with one word: sovl. I declare this image to be sovl.
