The colors (and the bare tree) appear to set this in autumn: not a season to be outside, (un)dressed as she is. The darkening sky and the stars imply either early evening or false dawn, which makes the setting even more of a mystery.
Her face is turned away; her nudity and rigid posture speak of vulnerability and unresolved tension. Is she searching for something, or afraid of being spotted? Or perhaps she's just about to stand up and walk away?
I'm left to wonder what answers might lie in her unseen eyes, or whether there were ever any answers at all.
wow. not only is that by far the best comment/observation/interpretation of this piece,... it's one of the best i have ever received for ANY of my work. thank you so much.
i have never given much thought to the season, although it is reflective of the mood and maybe underlying message of the piece. saying goodbye. letting go. the same could be said for the time of day, which is early evening. i do not know if anyone has ever noticed the red balloon in the picture. it was not supposed to be obvious and this is the first time i have ever pointed it out. again, meant to convey letting go.
as for the 'model', the truth is, her rigid posture was probably due to timidity or apprehension at being photographed nude. so you could say that is incidental. (fyi, i did not take the shots, she did them herself.) however, your comment with regards to her 'searching for something' is certainly applicable. i think she was. maybe still is. i do not know.
as for the answers that might be found in her,... green eyes,... i hope she finally found those answers. very much so.
I'd completely missed the balloon; in my mind's eye, I had her looking toward and around the tree. If she's tracking the balloon instead, then she's not just looking away, she's looking upward; and that subtly changes my interpretation of her mood.
Instead of looking backward (or around) with trepidation or regret, she could be looking forward with barely-contained anticipation. And her "forward" is in the same direction as our line of sight, implying that we're sharing in her release, and possibly invited on the journey along with her.
Now the only thing I regret is not being able to see those green eyes for myself.
And this was my pleasure, believe me; this was not only a treat to view, it was a joy to envision.