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Ilva was ready to follow the instructions of the senior artist, whether it involved sketches similar to those from a notebook or something else entirely. If a touch of imagination could be applied to such a portrait, she envisioned it as a girl sitting in a room (perhaps on a veranda?). Her image should be strikingly different from what the viewer might expect, attracting attention with its haunting inner emptiness: a pale, colorless face, thin arms crossed at the elbows, light hair listlessly falling over slightly slumped shoulders, as if burdened by an unseen weight; a faded gaze from her sky-blue eyes indifferently looking into the distance, a mixture of sadness, longing, pain, and disappointment – in short, all the emotions the artist was seeking.