She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.
She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit.

Jane

$1,200.00

18x24. Oil on Canvas.

Jane stares ahead—awed, not wary. Surprise and restraint touch her lips. Bright eyes show wonder; a tight, hollow jaw shows sorrow. She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit. From the painting’s corner, pixelated tears unravel in a grid of pink and blue shadows, an broken intrusion seeping into Jane’s fragile pastoral roots. This is the moment the future she dreamt disappears.

18x24. Oil on Canvas.

Jane stares ahead—awed, not wary. Surprise and restraint touch her lips. Bright eyes show wonder; a tight, hollow jaw shows sorrow. She watches something slipping away, like a dream. Butterflies rest in her hair, fragile and alive against her reserved manner, signs of a still warm and fluttering spirit. From the painting’s corner, pixelated tears unravel in a grid of pink and blue shadows, an broken intrusion seeping into Jane’s fragile pastoral roots. This is the moment the future she dreamt disappears.