Set against a stark white background, a bouquet stands upright in a clear glass vase — seemingly composed, elegant, and in control. But beneath the table, the inky wash of blue reveals a different story: one of softness, movement, and uncertainty. The title speaks to the quiet fantasies we hold — the desire to be like “those women” whose lives seem so different from ours. Yet the piece reminds us we never honestly know what holds another woman together — what drives her, what haunts her, or who she yearns to become. Perhaps, just perhaps, we are already that woman in someone else’s eyes.