She is forced within the perimeter of the page, stuck in a box. She is in the power squat stance, which means she is ready to pounce when she can. Her chest is shriveled and decaying, this piece literally makes it hard for me to breathe when I look at it. The dying flowers feel heavy and dusty, and weigh her down. Her feet are anchors, and support her weight, gripping the ground. Her hands show her age and strength, they are not light and dainty, and they squeeze her legs.
Mixed Media on Paper
Charcoal, ink, pure pigment and pencil
38″ x 48″