"THE CRUST OF the Earth beneath lies untold wealth, so it is with the mastermind: true genius will out. Dear Louise, I wish I could be normal" - Madge Gill, 1952

A pale girl stares inscrutably from a vertiginous, tangled web of dense, obsessively detailed, impossible geometries. She is always discreetly yet stylishly dressed and beautifully coiffed; her face is oval, her bee-stung lips pressed tight together, her large dark eyes sometimes imploring, sometimes coquettish. She is always fully clothed; on rare occasions, a slim hand, a delicate arm reveals itself. The girl appears either alone or surrounded by mirror images; her hectic, labyrinthine world is utterly devoid of men.