This was painted during a particularly difficult period in my life. I had ruined my marriage and was in the middle of an all-around identity crisis. In an attempt to get myself centered again, I decided to work on a new painting based on studies of Michelangelo, Raphael, and other Renaissance masters. As I sketched ideas, this image came to me of a soft but strong angelic presence, whispering that it would all work out. That we are loved beyond measure. That we cannot fail at life. She has always hung in my living room wherever I’ve lived. My 3 yr old grandson spends a lot of time looking at it. I’ve never talked to him about the meaning or subject matter of this painting. But once, after spending the weekend with us, he went back to his mother’s and was attempting to describe it to her. All he could say, was simply, “All Hope.”