Gazing out over the vastness of the ocean, the freedom of possibility seems endless. But what actually awaits us? Oblivion? Death? An alternative title to this work created shortly be fore the artist’s death, was “Red Shoes Make Me Free.” One can conclude “I did it!” when one faces the final chapter of life. Contemplation itself is the reward for all the spent energy, cast one way or another, from folding laundry to penning a masterpiece.
There is no end. Even the end of life poses infinite possibility. If nothing is known for certain, then isn’t it possible that more awaits than meets the naked eye? Something deep inside tells us so, if the candle of beauty hasn’t been completely snuffed out. The figure in the beach chair seems to be know that and is content with contemplating the beauty in that knowledge.