Stepping gingerly into the water (note detail on left foot), On the Beach would never run or dive. She's just here to test the waters, lest her nicely disheveled Pageboy gets wet. Her hands are placed firmly on each thigh - a plastic saving measure? - giving her an undercurrent of tension. Willowy, with a loose-fitting swimsuit tied at the waist, she's no athlete (wouldnt be caught dead with Lazy Afternoon, for one). Instead, she's a statue, a mute goddess with vaguely Asian features waiting at shore's edge.