"Doing fine, thank you!" I would say, never knowing how to talk about what I do. If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my heart. Some of them. Not all.
The expression on her face says it all. Here eyes are a little darker here and they have a depth of darkness that to me indicates the empty places in her heart are yearning for someone. The portrait just caught the expression as it passed over her face fleetingy, before the next smile was plastered on for the crowd.