The only light heating the room comes from the flames burning in the fire place. The wood is burning slowly and warming up the sisters. One sitting and one standing, both naked on a thick reddish kilim, toasting their hands, while utterly hypnotized by the battle between the wood and the fire. Their orange hair matches the flames warming their immaculate faces. Even the old mirror standing beside them can’t take its eyes off.
Labels: After the Bath, Paul Peel