A swirling impasto sky of cream and marigold gold, painted in turning wind strokes, fills the upper frame where a colossal stone giant sits half-emerged from the cloud bank: its head and one shoulder finished in serene pale carved stone, the rest still raw unworked rock. Far below, a tiny robed traveler seen only from behind stands at a simple standing loom, weaving a long band of bright cloth that runs from the loom up onto the giant's raw shoulder, the only saturated color against the stone. A field of orange poppies flows around the weaver's feet and runs back to a low range of blue-grey mountains on the horizon.
The scale story is the point: the weaver small, patient, and complete in herself, the giant vast and unfinished. A gilded geometric border pattern is stitched along the weaver's robe hem, and everything sits inside the frame with the sky turning to every edge, nothing important cropped by the border. 9:16 vertical composition.
