She wore heavy ornamental jewelry that draped gold flames and flowers about her face which was painted in thick theatrical make up. Her clothes were falling apart. They had the look of costumes from a historical epic. She listed on one side as if arthritis had set into one knee. Her eyes looked almost closed because of the heavy black lines around them. The vague shadowy glint of light in the pupils held a world of hard living and a determined depth of determination. She was on her way to rehab one more time. The lines of light and shine of recent construction shined behind her like reminders of time’s passage. She would not be pushed aside or torn down. But she was ready for a change. It was the only way she had survived.
Falling is acrylic on 100 lb. card stock 15″×20″