This a dance of transformation. Medea slays the offspring of her union with Jason and is transformed into, and then consumed by, the flaming aureole of the setting sun.
I constructed a landscape that recalled the Greek islands. On the horizon was placed a volcanic shape, like a black aorta of the heart. Stepping-stone island were positioned nearby. At the left was a coiled green serpent on whose back rested a dress of gold, which was meant to be the transformation dress.