Women have always had a unique inner strength and depth, far beyond the capacity of most men. As a young boy growing up in Brooklyn, the condition became an apparent oddity.
It was a blistering-hot midsummer day in New York’s Greenwich Village. Pedestrian traffic was somewhat lively, there was a mist hovering above the hot asphalt as the cooling rains fell upon the urban landscape. I was sipping a double espresso at the Café Rienzi while browsing copies of the Village Voice and the East Village Other for local events and book reviews. On that day, Robin and I were seated at a corner table overlooking MacDougal Street when she asked for my thoughts on common gender behaviors.
It was that isolated moment that inspired the concept for the painting and allowed for a greater understanding of the spherical symbolism as well as the use of varying levels of sharp-to-softened focal points.
