Sometimes the creativity is in the discovery, the isolating.
Tiny rocky cove. Clamber or swim to. Bit secret.
Hours, days months before... who knows... the head had been found.
Most likely lying at a strange angle amongst the jumble of boulders.
Carefully placed to catch the light.
Perched, watching. Waiting to be noticed by another.
In a different time frame. Stumbling upon it, unsuspecting.
United by the experience - but to whom?
I take no credit.