Painting in Progress.
|Winter Landscape A. Personnaz. 1905.|
I realized that her presence would be a part of my life forever, her untold story is a part of me. What she evokes in me is relative to my human condition. She is a symbol.
|Lady and the Umbrella.|
To me she is a Metaphor of solitude, embracing her own future refined in her fate. It is not that she is oblivious to the waves that are devouring her space or her only means of escape. Nor is it the beauty of the sun set that she seeks. She is completely aware of her own environment.
She is en-cloaked entirely in black yet she is bathed in the light of the setting suns last rays. The suns rays embrace her, with their warmth. My wife asked me why would she have an umbrella at sunset? I replied, " why wouldn't she?" "She's the lady with the umbrella".