Drew this while musing on the multiple faces of human love - part passion, joy, and ecstasy; part fear, pain, and entrapment. She wears a featureless mask, ready to be anything she needs to be - after all, don't we all change who we are so that we become more acceptable to those whose attention we crave. The ribbons that grace her form also restrain her movement, and the focus of her world - the sphere- is blank, also awaiting the catalyst of newly conceived love.I erased the smudges with Paint, but otherwise, it's "as is." Drawn in pencil, then inked. The red is actually some very strange fibrous ink that came in a Chinese caligraphy set I own. It's meant to leave the artist's mark with. It made a grand mess, but I really like the vibrancy of the color.