This is a beautiful painting, in my humble opinion. The photo doesn't really do it justice as there's lots of underpainting which shows through and texture (fabric, papers, thick paint). It just looks very cold to me, and cold = lonely in my brain.
A good lonely though. I have been in a lonely place where I am thoroughly enjoying the emotion. Maybe I'm at the beach house, alone, it's cool, early in the a.m., and I'm walking along the shoreline. I have just awoken and pulled on my trusty old white, baggy sweats. It looks colder than it is, and I am enjoying the ocean spray, the ocean smell, the gushy kelp that has been deposited on the sand during the night. There is no rush to get back, no worries about answering the phone, no time schedule at all.
The water creeps up to my path, my feet feel the first rush of freezing water. Catching my breath, I stumble up towards the dry sand to get warm. In 2 minutes, I am again walking in the water because I have discovered it isn't freezing, cool and lonely at all.