She sits in stillness, cloaked in black—poised, composed, and unblinking. Her eyes meet you with calm defiance, neither inviting nor rejecting, simply present. Almost unnoticed at first, a black widow spider hangs in delicate silence—a quiet echo of the woman’s presence.
The woman and the spider mirror each other—both elegant, both lethal in their own way a reflection on her feminine strength, solitude, and the silent forms of control often overlooked or misunderstood by her prey. The spider hangs—but it's her gaze that holds you.
Is she mourning, warning, or waiting?