This agitated and chaotically messy elegy to what was once a mature forest illustrates powerfully Thomson’s reaction to the land after fire has swept through and ravaged it. The charred spindles of trees standing precariously like lifeless skeletons remind viewers constantly of fire and destruction. In the lower half, a tumble of paint crashes over rocks and more burnt trunks and branches like a wild cataract. Blood reds, blues, ash greys, and whites, all jumbled and mashed violently together, complete this statement of confusion and disorder.