I’m not sure what kind of night she’s had, but it must have been rough. That’s almost inevitable if you’re hanging around the Suicide Club. She reminds me of the work of Roy Lichtenstein, the famous pop artist from the United States. This comes from the scale and cartoonish style of the piece. The longer I look, the less intense it feels, and I realize I don’t miss the pupils at all. It creates the effect that she’s staring past us, unaware, not concerned with us. She seems to have other things on her mind. She might even be spaced out. That can be a good place to be.
But the purple stream from her mouth and the tear in her right eye suggest otherwise.