God only knows what it means--I certainly don't. Somewhere in my head there's this world made entirely of tan concrete, full of gears and archetypal woman. I can't tell you anything about this woman, I don't know where she's going or where she's from, or why, like some latter-day Justice, she's wandering around blind with broken swords. I can tell you, however, that the room she's in is three flights down from the concrete crane, through the second doorway and the museum of dog armor, past a giant mural of a firebreathing avocado, through a locked door that can only be opened by humming the chorus to 'Billion Dollar Babies." And really, that's far more information than you need anyhow.
Painter, Photoshop, pencil. This painting went on the cover of the book "The Eternal Trust" by Melinda Rucker Haynes, which I thought was kinda cool.