I think this piece may exist in the same plane as The Great Wall. I see the wall now though as less of a barrier and more like a boundary marker...like you're now entering the freeway or some such.
I want to say more about this piece, but I feel blocked on it. It holds its knowledge in place like a weighted net. Most of my pieces freely give up their thought or idea to description, but this one, apparently, doesn't want to share. I've tried writing this description about fifteen different times. I've left and returned, and still no information presents itself. I can't even seem to remember what I was feeling when I created the piece.
I am going to let it go and let it be. You guys tell me what you see / feel / experience. Perhaps that is the answer here. Let me know what you find.
{Digital Images manipulated in Photoshop}