I had only just returned to painting after a fifteen year hiatus and had too much to say. Four solid months yeilded the essential composition, but it was still unfinished. The male figure was bald and had no real character, a generic white male nude. Or he seemed lifeless. Then in pain.

I left it alone for about two years, during which time I had gone from acrylics back to oils. I began to get an Idea of what it needed. The figure is falling - or floating down, appearing out of thin air in the midst of near total chaos - to a soft green meadow. Weather this is a death metaphor - or rebirth - is not decided.

It is about peace derived from chaos. About the many dimensions of birth and rebirth within a life