I would stare at this piece by Courbet for literally hours on end. Hours. It is burned into my DNA. I close my eyes and can see it as if it's right in front of me. I'm not certain why exactly it was this particular painting that spoke to lost, adolescent me... or that if I was finally able to figure it out... that it would even posses an agreed-upon word to describe it.
Certainly, it's been what I continue to chase visually over and over again, despite the subject, medium, technology or situation.
I like to imagine that it's something light can't contain - or refract thru - or reflect off of.