This is a "portrait" of a woman who sells roses from a cart in downtown Vancouver. She loves flowers of all sorts and has taken over a back garden in her building in the south end of Vancouver, both by being a person who cares enough to plant and beautify her surroundings - and by yelling and screaming at anyone else who dares to touch the earth in "her" self-proclaimed territory. She leans from her balcony, surveying the property and guarding it by loudly proclaiming to those who come near even the common garden plots that they "Can look, but not touch" anything in the garden. She is "without heart" for humans and cannot relate to anyone in a constructive way. But it seems her soul is dotted with seedlings that add to the beauty of the world, even though she is removed from it.

The colours in this painting reflect what I believe her to be, at root... passionate, creative. The floating figure is her disconnection, the two lines at the right are her aggressive stand toward people and the square missing from her torso (and floating off to the right) is her missing heart. She hangs her head and hides under the hat, not from shame, but from fear and learned and defensive hatred... a lost soul living with love neither given nor received... an end result of "falling through the cracks".