[ he tries to imagine what god sees when god looks at his creations. whether he can find the metaphor in their existence, or are only they capable of this kind of transmutation? castiel at least understands his shortcomings in this way. as he continues to stare at the painting, he tries to think of what the trees themselves could represent.
people, maybe. each one standing alone. that's what the word desolate makes him imagine. ]
no subject
[ he tries to imagine what god sees when god looks at his creations. whether he can find the metaphor in their existence, or are only they capable of this kind of transmutation? castiel at least understands his shortcomings in this way. as he continues to stare at the painting, he tries to think of what the trees themselves could represent.
people, maybe. each one standing alone. that's what the word desolate makes him imagine. ]
There's no art in Heaven.