This creepy, expressionless girl doesn't know where she is looking. A single runny nose eases the eerie tension and makes me feel a little love for her. How does the world look in this child's eyes (glasses)? Happy? Happy? Sadness? Empty? I used to give this work a title of sorts, but now I have given it a name (nickname). By giving it a name, I feel attached to it, and I can face it (the work) as if I were having a dialogue with it. Maybe it is just me, but when I look at this child (artwork), depending on my mood or physical condition at the time, it may look very cute, or it may look creepy and scary.
