The curve of her body looks as if someone is throwing their arms backward and leaning back in pain, creates a strange and thoughtful trick to the eyes. I love the way the shadows create lines on her body in contrast with the roundness of everything else. The stones on the wall are round, her back is round, her hair is round, even the floor has a circular shape in the dust and almost looks dipped where she sits. In contrast, there are the distinct and very straight lines of her ribs, the straight line of her shoulder blade, the straight line across her jaw, her arms and legs both create strong lines as well. Visually striking and thought provoking, I really enjoy this piece.
Not exactly sure what kind of a critique you're looking for; yet a story seems to speak to me from this piece:
Everything withered and yet she remained. She did not know why but the 'why' was no longer relevant to her. Something cold and dark had rooted deep inside her, it continued to feast upon any fleeting emotion. She lay naked and open not caring about the world around her as time passed. Blank, glazed eyes stared at the ruins that, for now, housed her being-- and yet again, she remained. Then one day, a shift in her had begun and her pupils dilated and then recessed... a new beginning, an awakening. Like a phoenix, she rose from the ashes of the world; naked and unashamed, she remained.