She stares blankly, her cheeks flushed, head tilted to the right. Her clothing resembles that of an exotic Crnivalesque or Burlesque dancer, breasts supported by a bustier with a red transparent shawl lightly covering them and a nipple tassel teases, some delicate gold sparkles in her shawl. Her hands are placed below her womb. Self love is the only love she knows. The duplicity of life, the dark side of carnival life, the self love she gives herself keeps her strong.