A monk stands cloaked in shadow, gripping a wooden cross. The folds of his robe catch the light, stark against the darkness. His gaze is steady, unwavering—a quiet defiance. The painting hums with restrained power, drawing you into the stillness of his resolve.
A young woman in blue and white robes stands bathed in golden light, her hands clasped in prayer. A crescent moon glows beneath her feet as cherubs swirl in the clouds above. The scene hums with quiet reverence, every fold of fabric and beam of light pulling the eye toward her serene face.