The Woman With The Purple Eye Shadow
I have never seen her leave or enter the bus. Given the state of her clothes and bags, I wonder what kind of place she has to sleep at night. Her orchid eyeshadow is thick and extends to the brow bone. Sometimes she wears rouge; a sharp streak of it from the side of her eye to below her nose. Yet the most striking thing about her is that soft, sleepy smile. That look that says that she knows exactly where she is going. This portrait was made with pen and wax pastel.