The wonderful J.B. has sent through another magnificent piece so I can share it with you lucky folk.
The Dowager Deaconess poses for us in front of a classic sci-fi vista. You can imagine her asking, or rather telling, her portrait maker to capture her 'from her best side'. The side which partially hides the artificial eye which gleams in its socket of necrotic flesh. Her stern, upright pose might make you think that she has squeezed into her most resplendent corset for this occasion. Her mane of copper cables has been arranged with delicate precision for best effect, perhaps by her dutifully attendant servo-skull we see to her left. Clearly she is in charge, as she wears a 'beard' akin to that sported by the ancient Hatshepsut who wore a similar accoutrement to prove she was as good as any man.
In a magnanimous gesture she makes a little room for the landscape behind her. A neighboring orbital giant looms through the leprous gloom to silhouette a hive of immense - one might say 'Blanche-ian' proportions. It would be as well to pity the poor cutters who reside at the foot of that immense, crushing edifice.