Okay, the short answer is, I have no idea. Where this came from.
The start: I’m thinking, there are overcast days on the ocean when everything appears to be monochromatic but is not, and I’ll paint the not to prove it and a storm coming from the sky, and that’s where this started. And the boulders, mineral, jade, Big Sur.
First, several figures occupied that central spot back to the viewer, then this woman appeared, facing the viewer but more than that… facing the geography and sizing it up and finding herself equal to it. And I’d thought of windblown clothes then no, and so there it is. She appears to have landed right there and hiked up her dress to go for a swim, feel the air and sand and sea. The closest I can get in my own head to this is: I can handle anything.
Life is dangerous, and I’m equal to it.