A woman stands before a mirror, her body bathed in soft light. The reflection blurs the line between reality and illusion, her gaze meeting ours through the glass. The curve of her back, the fall of fabric—each detail pulls us deeper into this intimate moment suspended between seeing and being seen.
A loose sketch of figures gathered in a circle, bathed in dappled light. Quick brushstrokes suggest movement, laughter hanging in the air. The island’s edge blurs into the river, leaving just the energy of the moment.
A woman in a flowing gown turns slightly, her gaze both direct and elusive. The fabric drapes with quiet luxury, catching light against dark tones. There’s an unspoken tension in her posture—poised yet alive, as if she might step out of the frame.