To Open This Cocoon

For a time, she was cucooned. But the sun's warmth and the promise of a life to be embraced gently beckoned her. I found myself painting these cucooned women until, one day, there was an opened cucoon. As I looked back over the series, I saw that they had been slowly opening all along.

Watercolor and cold wax on cradled wood panel

8 x 10 inches

.875 inches deep