
A woman cradles the globe like a fragile treasure, her gaze distant yet intent. The world rests lightly in her hands, an allegory of knowledge or creation—its weight implied but unseen. Her draped figure contrasts with the orb’s smooth surface, a silent dialogue between flesh and sphere.

A woman holds a trumpet, her gaze distant yet intent. The golden instrument gleams against soft drapery, poised between sound and silence. Her fingers hover, as if waiting for the right moment to release the music coiled within. The air hums with anticipation.