The woman I love died 14,000 years ago.
The sketches are taken from a stone found on the cave floor at La Grotte de la Marche, Lussac-les-Chateaux.
These and several other different drawings of her are clearly taken from the same single image.
Glamour: the corona from backlighting, the vagueness of magic, the nimbus of grammar.
Here are some of her contemporaries.