Pending conditions II

It's like looking at a painting of a woman. It's an exquisite painting, but in the back of your mind you know something about it just doesn't seem quite right. You stand there until it literally hurts to look at it, and then you realize what it is: her eyes are each a different color..

I'm still looking at my painting, but I still can't figure out what's wrong with it. Either it just hasn't hit me yet, or I'm thinking too much lately..