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Red Lips

A portraiture of contemplation. The subject is not looking at you.  We want perfection in life, there is no such thing. There is no indication of the location, time or era.  Just beauty.  Timeless beauty and brilliant outlook.  Timeless because for the next few hundred years, she would be still standing there looking beyond the viewer and nothing will ever change.  If we can recall something of perfection then maybe it is the lips.  Red lips.