Appearing as of she'd washed up on a rocky shore, our subject in today's work by French painter Charles Chaplin slumbers after an exhausting evening. I have to wonder, where is she supposed to be? Her lower half is draped with a fabric one might identify as a bedsheet, but it doesn't look like she's laying in anything resembling a bed. Perhaps this work depicts her in dreamworld, and the sheets, mask, fan, ect, are elements that accompanied her from her bedset.
Chaplin also gave his subject centerfold treatment, bearing her breasts for the viewer. At the risk of sounding prudish, this results in a work that's more erotic than thought provoking.