Before they burned her alive at 19, her head was shaved. Starved, weak, Joan of Arc died knowing that she had done the work she was intended to do. Although I have depicted her as a real woman, no-one really knows what Joan looked like (no portraits exist) but that is less important than perpetuating her legacy. For decades, this once living young woman has fascinated me. For me she is an obsession no different than Yayoi Kusama polka dots or a Cezanne apple or another row of bottles by the artist Antonio Morandi.