A woman gazes past the viewer, her auburn hair catching the light. The soft folds of her dress contrast with the intensity in her eyes—both vulnerable and defiant. There’s a quiet tension in her stillness, as if she’s poised between thought and action.
A solitary woman clutches a lyre, her gaze lost in distant thought. The folds of her robe drape softly, echoing the melancholy of unspoken verses. Here, the muse of Greek poetry lingers—not in triumph, but in quiet contemplation, her fingers pausing above the strings as if weighing each word.
A young woman lost in music, her fingers tracing the lute’s strings as light wraps her in warmth.
A young servant woman, lost in thought, holds a porcelain cup in this intimate, luminous portrait.