The title is a Fat Boy Slim song (he is from Brighton) and used to refer to a landscape that was certainly much more California rainbow fantasy than English coast town. But now the placement, color, and posture of the girl is everything. Her scale puts all the crazy brush action all upside her knees and uncertain shoulders, forcing our understanding of these marks to remain as unsettled as she is solid. She's here as a proxy viewer for each of us and, in spite of the title and her apparent self-consciousness, seems to fit in just fine. She wants reassuring and don't we all, it's a big world in there/ out here. I suppose I could have made it more menacing, but I reckon her harmony and hum with the ambiguous forms is enough. The flying bows are possibly graphic signals of her Cinderella bird-pals coming to help her acclimate to her new domain. There's your reassurance.