A nude figure is poised on toes, slightly left of center, against a dilapidated door. Rust, drip trails, and soot from a fire all speak about its history. The woman begins to open the door that hasn’t seen a human touch in many years. She’s stopped dead in her tracks when she sees an animal skull laying in the brambles. A vintage Coke machine is propped at the extreme left edge of the frame. Its paint and lettering faded from the passage of time. Vines and branches have invaded the structure, but these too seem to have died. The only vibrant element is the solitary figure, who reaches but halfway up the scene. Although the body occupies a minority of the scene, the stark contrast of her light-colored frame in the expanse of gray textures commands the viewer’s attention.