In one of his poems, Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) wrote: “It rains in my heart / As it rains in the town….” The poem was not on my mind when I created this image. Only later, on reflection, a woman walking alone in the rain on a deserted street, perhaps on her way to a cinema on a windy corner, represents the emotion of rain inside of us and outside of us I was intuitively trying to suggest.
People often ask where my images come from. I may reply, “Intuition,” or “Imagination,” but the truth is, I don’t know. A stranger truth: I’m content not to know.