Colouring-in pencils on paper, 25 x 19cm (Moleskine sketchbook). She is so hard to read. Do you ever have one of those moments where your eyes stare blankly for a minute or two; where time seems to stand still and you're caught in a field of nothingness. It's a strangely comforting state. Almost trance-like. I sense regret in her expression and yet an acceptance of what is. All is ok considering what might have been. The endless possibilities of other lives, had one turned this way or that. There's resignation ... and yet still there are possibilities. That's how I interpreted this face. I wonder how others see her.