This Venus has gone from "normal"
society and is living on the fringes; she's taken refuge in
a barn or cellar or attic, wherever she could find a place...
and has been startled by someone who's opened a door into
that space, discovering her.
Her face holds all the ambivalence of her situation: in turns
absorbed in her fascinating project (and resentful at being
disturbed), reluctant to engage her fate (and accusing he
who might have brought it to her), questioning her own resolve
(and her own initial impulse to do this)... wondering if she'll
survive the work at all.
The light comes from 3 sources:
ambient light, light from the open door, and shafts of sunlight
splashed across her from hidden cracks in the shelter.
This describes my experience of
the creative process.
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