Portrait of Maria Louise Caringal

"I love my wife," Raymond states calmly, "but her being pestered by flies and her nose marked with linings of rope is nothing compared to the exploitation of farmers she initiated, for which I hold no part in."

I asked Maria Louise's opinion on Raymond's habit of incrimination but instead, she puts up a display of her unfamiliar garment composed of thick blubber. Her ears — which felt like an accessory more than a sense organ — sway as she poses for a side profile.