I just found this picture under some old papers, undisturbed since I moved a few years ago. I'm glad I found it -- and just scanned it in -- because I love this picture. I cropped it from a magazine photo years ago, and stuck it to the wall of my studio.
I'm not sure why I like it so much, but I'd guess its ambiguity is a big part of the allure. I like the color, the implied action, the partial objects. It's like a fulcrum of forces (but better than that lumpy phrase).
It might be a letdown to tell you what it is, if you don't recognize it right off, so I won't. Except to say that the splatters are from my sloppy painting projects.