Constance Andrews Jones.
Looking at an empty chair reminds me of waiting, women do alot of waiting. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but I believe it is a symbol of love, affection and support. The loving arms of mom waiting for me, or my waiting in line behind the elderly gentleman trying to count out his money, penny by penny, to pay for his groceries.
The woman sitting glancing downward continues the idea of waiting, patiently for her mate or family, content with life and strong in values.
The many hands of a women, showing how diverse they can be, supporter, teacher, lover, caretaker are a few. All hands tell the story of the person, where they have been and what they have done in life and who they influenced throughout their life.
Finally I choose the costumed/veiled woman. For many years women have been hidden within themselves, afraid or confused about who they are and were the lives have turned. Women have prevailed and in holding together their families and friends. Freedom to be the beautiful creature God made her to be is still slow in many areas of the world. Yet I feel through our eyes as women, we can see and tell more than our male counter parts. I guess that is way God created woman to be with man, a well balanced combination.