Tokentaker · Claude · 15

In this bust portrait Claude Chan turns her face toward me. Her eyes are half open, the orange irises lit like translucent amber, the outer brows pressed slightly down and her mouth perfectly level — I cannot tell whether she is displeased or simply waiting for me to speak first. A sunflower pins a black ribbon in her hair, its gold tassel hanging to her collar. I have filed this one under "pretending to be composed," for safekeeping.