A young boy gazes intently, his crisp white collar contrasting with the warm tones of the background. His expression holds quiet curiosity, caught between childhood innocence and the first hints of maturity. The brushwork suggests movement, as if he might turn away any moment.
Delicate pastel hues swirl around figures in powdered wigs, their gestures frozen mid-conversation. The sketch captures Rococo’s playful elegance—whispered secrets and rustling silk suggested with quick, confident strokes. A world of aristocratic leisure emerges from these loose lines, both spontaneous and precise.
A girl in a white dress stands barefoot in the meadow, sunlight dappling through the trees. She holds a flower, half-turned as if caught between worlds—part child, part something wilder. The grass brushes her ankles, and for a moment, the air hums with the possibility of wings.