After having thrown away four sketchbook-fulls of nudes, I was left with almost none that I can illustrate with. This one was one of the few exceptions, and was mixed in with other 'normal' images. I must have thought it was a relatively harmless image.
One of the reasons that I drew so much is that I was brought up in New Endland where the snow would drift until it were literally six feet high at the corner where the ribbed snow fence would be erected each year in an attempt to stop the onslaught. Unfortunately, it caused the snow to pile up even deeper in that location.
The desire to select images of nudes basking on warm beaches might have been part of the incentive to the image choice, but the loneliness and isolation that accompanied the prison conditions were the impetus of the diligence.