This work is notable in three interesting points: Admittedly, the title, directs us to this magnificent skin's celestial cartography ,such unique, claiming her "copyright" by its own genesis's signature (Even if by a whim's creation or by destiny's hazard , was doing born on earth a identical girl, having sames features for features, lines for lines: the said signature ,could not be imitated by the same number,in and "all similar Points and freckles, like a unforgeable carnal seal,that why I love that... really personal ")
I could spend a whole life in narrative, about her beauty, and, count the gilded stars, on her milky skin's universe, but I must leave this subject, to return to the work's "object" itself...the tribute to the work's title is made.
What at the first glance's striking, in this work: Its a clever simplicity, "almost arrogant" from the artist's will, who, sure and proud of his model, won't and don't sale nothing more, than subject's pureness,knowing pertinently that a such jewel, even hanging to a simple cord, is and remains of, a unrivaled beauty. A posture simplicity, leaving all place for the model's enchanting strength's expression, again a good binomial: "outspokenness" from the artist's part (in minimalism scene) , allowing a "expression's liberty (face)" for her pictorial (silent)Diva
We can see , often a game play with light reflections, caressing your accomplices...but this "second point" mentioned to the start ,are there,and has a predominant impact here, (regained in many of your work, including your Self-portraits), it is this habit to emphasize the light ,in your model's iris, you seem transfer a kind of landscape, in itself the eyes, "the mirror of the soul"
Through these eyes, expressions and feelings (The third thing I find interesting about your work) that you seem to enjoy at your models, such as feelings: Questioning, severity, even anger, melancholy, or sadness...all reflect a form of drama, history... told and experienced, and both forms, joined the aforementioned landscapes make me think of this attachment to their land and their stories "tortured conflicts" and confer this charisma to these people of the East, very particular
PS: Far from me to "lock" you, in my thing's interpretation, it's just my romantic and personal side who feel, speaks and seeks to understand,I hope so once again, not to offend you (I'm not professional, and even not photograph, just a "dream watcher")