We could keep our eyes on her long hair in the stream of water drops, long arms and raised head, on her slender figure standing in the dark water. Or we will look at the sky above the setting sun. We notice the reflections of the light behind the girl, we slide our gaze to her feet and catch a glimpse of them even through the layer of water.
You can read the painting like a poem or listen like a song. Everyone sees it differently. Someone will forget1