Head, First Down

This is Miss D. She is holding the skull of a young girl. The weight of the skull is light and the bone is thin. The forehead is vertical and the contour of the face is smoother than that of a male skull.

She might have been pretty. She might have been ugly. She could have been a showgirl. Or she could have been a cleaner.

How did she die? Did she enjoy her life?

Does it even matter?

Yes, because her skull is symbolic of the way in which youth fades. Your flesh will rot off to reveal patchy, brown bone. But years later, when another young woman muses over your remains, you become something more.

An enigma and a mysterious artifact that will endlessly fascinate.

And that is beauty.