As most painters will tell you, it is rather galling to spend weeks on a series of paintings only to start cleaning up and find that your filthy, paint-encrusted palette is at least as beautiful as anything you’ve managed to commit to (or against) canvas. 

I’ve evidently been looking at Christian art too much lately, because this reminds me of a Renaissance painting, possibly of the Assumption of Mary, or maybe some obscure saint experiencing an ecstatic conversion.

To be clear, it is actually some detritus lurking just beneath the surface of filthy, man-made lake.