A woman with a cap on her head, her body is a stiff triangle, like a starched dress, proper and black. Her face a tiny white blob, barely visible above the massive body and on top of that another little widow cap, blob of black.
A silhouette of light around her, showing her connection to the nether world where her significant other recently departed. In her hands (arms blending into the shape of the dress) are a bunch of purple flowers….however in the distance, they are a blobby smudge – and express the pulsing beat of her pained heart. Some see the widow, others see a light at the end of the tunnel, and still others see a lighthouse. Yet each of these images seem to fit the intended mood.