"Turkish Bath" by Eileen Mayo

Women, white and powder pink, perhaps washed out by the flash of a camera, moving in and out like cats in between naps. A woman-with-a-confrontational-stare's breasts demand attention, but the longer I look at the entire scene, the more I am lost in zigzags, stripes, and black cracks. Until finally I remain most taken by grey squares that seem more like shady openings into some cavernous unknown.

That woman's eyes, too, are grey.