This is, in my terms, a pure abstract, about shapes and colours and their relationships, apparently neither representing nor even influenced by anything ‘real’; yet its structure directly reflects the earlier, poor painting of a quarry in southern France on top of which it is laid. I thought of the title long after completion: as it hung on a wall it slowly came to suggest to me a quality of ‘being inside’ something or other, but please make of it what you will. I simply find it a satisfactory painting to have done