Dressed in the drab browns of a Yankee winter, a woman stares past a
glowing wood stove, the only color in the scene. Rejecting proper Victorian
posture, she clasps her hands in prayer, perhaps, or because holding them
together eases her pain. No color tints her cheek, no adornment graces her
garment. Her eyes, set deep in the shadows, see beyond what the artist portrays.
The mysterious depth of this woman's gaze contrasts with her simple surroundings:
the New England kitchen stove, a single unadorned chair, a bare floor.
Torpy JM. Ruth. JAMA. 2002;287(9):1082. doi:10.1001/jama.287.9.1082