Not sure what to make of this one. I started out with a photo of a friend's daughter, set it aside a few months ago and then picked it up today. I think I'll interpret the text as related to the idea that perhaps, within my friend's troubled-if not anguished- relationship with her daughter's father, she could find some peace in in the glorious life of their child. The painting morphed into a (romanticized big-eyed) dead ringer for me at about 7 years old. My sister Amanda's birthday was yesterday, maybe this painting is also an homage to us. Whaddaya think sista?