This woman is tired, and aged, and withered. But her hand is gripping herself, pulling her flesh and holding on. Her body is sagging a bit, and her head has a compressed feeling. Her hair, her energy, is whipping around her emulating the whirlwind she finds herself in. The flowers inside her are wilted and drying up, dehydrated and deteriorating, becoming more fragile with each day, just like the woman herself. It’s as if she has come to a terrible realization, and knows she must continue on, and she is gathering her strength.
Mixed media on Paper
Charcoal, ink and pencil
42″ x 48″