The rather long, gangly man is reaching out of his impossibly small house towards the celestial phenomenon, which doesn't seem to notice him, as is proper for so heavenly a being. They don't consort with low, terrestrial things, after all. I like the idea that the house is small and barely sufficient, that the man is long and stretching out, and striving. That's what learning is about, and that's how learning feels. I filled the foreground with piles of hydrangea. Their blue and purple color makes me think of night.
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