Her eys pierce me; their brown, gray, and blue. So young with such emotion and intellect. Some may say her face is blank, but there is something underneath those eyes. There is sadness and wonder.
Her feet rest in a small pool of water while her hand rests on the edge of the rock where she sits.
Her hair is thin and soft, wispy. There is a gentle curl. Her faceand skin is soft. I feel her name coul be Emma, and with the music in the background, it is easy to hear her music box.
Every line and shadow is perfect. All of the focus is on her, the background is cloudily defined. She is the brightest object in the painting.
She is too young to be posing this way. Though she has not yet hit the age of puberty, she is so exposed. But she is beautiful.
There is some connection with me and children, a maternal connection, that is most prominent for me. I feel so close to them even when we are new to each other.
"...convey[s] an intermingling of childhood innocence and maturing self-awareness."
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