
A young woman gazes past the viewer, her delicate features softened by warm light. The folds of her dress whisper against the canvas, rich with texture. There’s something unspoken in her expression—neither melancholy nor joy, but a quiet depth that lingers.

A young woman leans against a sunlit wall, fingers poised on her flute. The instrument catches the light as she hesitates mid-breath—about to play, or perhaps just finished. Her gaze drifts beyond the frame, lost in some private melody we can almost hear.

A girl tilts her head, fingers poised on the aulos. The double pipes rest against her lips, ready to breathe life into ancient melodies. Her gaze drifts beyond the frame, lost in the coming notes. The moment hums with anticipation—music waiting to be born.