“Mirror flower, Water moon…”
An evocative, poetic phrase from the ancient Orient that softly sings to our consciousness of things that cannot be grasped, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water’s surface.
You can see them, they appear to live, they may even move you, but you cannot touch them. It is not real.
It is beautiful but unattainable. Perhaps it could also apply to a sculpted iconic motif that suggests a myth no one has seen, and the reflection of this illusion still captures our imaginations.