Oil on kraft paper,
180 cm H x 100 cm W,

Beaux-Arts de Paris

July 2022. The world was masked.
But inside the studio, breath returned.

Isabelle’s pose unfurled—soft, strong, still.My brush moved fast, not to capture, but to remember.
Her body stretches like a silent meadow.


Green surrounds her like memory.
Rose and shadow hum beneath 
the surface.
She’s not painted as flesh,
but as vibration.

That morning, fellow artists paused.
No one spoke.

We listened.

To the green silence.