This is the wooden lady as we discovered her, standing in the corner of a room. We can only wonder what forces were at play while she was being carved and dressed in white and pink. We feel awed and respectful in the presence of this object and thirst to know more about it.
A close-up view of the wooden figure’s head, taken by an archaeologist shows the face of a very sensitive woman. To me, she seems only too human, but looks tired and sad, and although her 563 years have wrinkled her face and rotted her body, she still has the same determined, resolute expression with which she was born. We have become much attached to this person, despite the intrusion of the photographer’s impersonal, scientific scale that rudely mars one side of her face.