Psyche lies bathed in golden light, her delicate form draped across the canvas like a whispered secret. The air hums with unspoken longing—half-myth, half-dream—as she lingers between mortal and divine. That suspended moment before awakening, when even the gods hold their breath.
A young woman gazes past the viewer, her delicate features framed by cascading curls. The soft glow on her porcelain skin contrasts with the rich darkness behind her, creating an air of quiet mystery. Her expression lingers between melancholy and distant contemplation.
A luminous portrayal of Pandora poised at the edge of fate, her hesitation and the box’s dark promise rendered with haunting beauty.