Behind the curtain there is a world of calm, behind that thick green is sanctuary, profound hush. An unsullied realm, its silence. From that flowing vision of another world, from that other reality's diaspora of sounds; from that other time, enmeshed, they are calling me.
The painting conveys her exquisite taste: ear studs, bracelets, green and yellow selendang; the sash conceals her pregnancy.
The death she is carrying can’t be disguised. The life she carries will grasp and cling on. Yearning, restlessness and the turmoil of fear are not recorded in the brush-strokes, pencil outline of a face surrendering to the flow of history.
The painting, with its final brilliant gesture, only fully reveals this face when it is framed by memory.