Moonlight glints on the Grand Canal, casting long shadows across quiet stone. Gondolas drift in the hush, their dark shapes barely stirring the water. The city’s usual bustle has melted into stillness, leaving only the pale glow of lamps and the whisper of oars against the night.
A poised ballerina, mid-step, her delicate form draped in flowing fabric. The light catches the folds of her skirt as she balances effortlessly, exuding grace. Every line suggests movement frozen in time, inviting you to imagine the music guiding her next turn.
A luminous study of delicate pea blossoms, balancing realism with dreamlike softness, evoking themes of fleeting beauty.