Who is she?

This was nearly finished when I took the photo.   I painted it yesterday, outside in the sun
in Michigan.  A long very slow day.  I see, something spilling out of her, but she's been able to contain it,  hold on to it, gather it up.  When I look at her from a distance, I think, she is looking out, considering the possibility of a new existence.  Can she be born again, from herself and release this light?