The pattern behind her is older than she is. The pattern on her head is older than her mother. She wears both without irony, without costume, without explanation. Her hands sit folded — not waiting for something to happen but waiting for you to catch up. The neck rings are heavy. She doesn't adjust them. The gold at her wrist is the one piece she picked for herself. Everything else was given, inherited, expected. She took it all and sat down like it belonged to her. Because it does.
This is a one-of-one original painting. Once collected, it will not be reproduced.
