Not sure I believe it, and not sure what I think about the pointlessness of it all?
A Pretty Piece of Flesh. Maybe called it that because of the orange enamel. the eye 'creates' colours that aren't there: simultaneous contrast and the vestigial after the original object has gone. The eye also judders, but the brain stabilises it. Wonders!
With all the verdant blaze, I might have conceived the absent figure in terms of a Green Man. Heading fast for the desired catch-up with the number of days in the year. And I have enough images to keep it up for decades.
Please let there be one sale this month. I want to get appreciation and fulfil the promise to self that I am on the road to supporting myself by this torrent of artwork. Then perhaps I can work up another collection of short stories for publication?