My mother has a prosthetic eye. She didn't remove it for this picture; she's having some adjustments being done, and didn't have it in. She wanted to show us the artistry in it; the delicacy of the veins. Believe it or not, it's hand painted.
How she lost her eye is a long and unpleasant story; but when I look at this picture, I'm amazed at her courage and humor. She's one of a kind.