The depicted women move along their time looking for their own reflection or evanescent image and become the surreal metaphor of harmony and beauty. Stylistic contortions result in an imperfect/perfect equilibrium. Superstructures are simply left out, not lost. Ladies and gentlemen this is the Great Beast, the human being laid bare. And here is Rome.
Tree and Sun are just allegories and objects reflected, allusions, memory, while the errant elusive body shadows the self, projected into a small asphalted Eden.