The Wait

The lady has settled back into a buttoned ochre armchair, one leg crossed over the other. Her right arm rests along the chair, the left is raised and holds a white glove at shoulder height. The jacket is painted in broad turquoise and ochre stripes, a red bow tied at the throat, the pale skirt running down to turquoise shoes with black toes. A folded parasol leans against the chair, its handle set on the floor.