How often do we spend slow, gentle time of simply being quiet – time that allows us to think, to wonder, to look deep inside ourselves and see what is there?
Probably not very often. Many of us live in societies that pride themselves on being fast-paced, frenetic, filled with energy and movement and busy-ness, although, intriguingly, not necessarily filled with creative action and actual results from all that activity.
Introspection, the artwork, invites the viewer to step into an extremely quiet time and place. A young woman, clad in a towel, lies on her stomach before a gently moving stream.
“She must be in a fairly private place,” we tell ourselves, “to be so scantily clad.”
And indeed it is so. This woman is alone, delightfully so (why are we so very, very afraid of the word, “alone”?) Where she is, specifically, is unclear – the story behind this to be filled in by the viewer. It looks like she could be resting on a rock, in front of a slow moving stream.