Oil on tracing paper, 

180 cm H x 100 cm H
Beaux-Arts de Paris

Every stroke is deliberate.
Nothing is excessive. 
Nothing is missing.
Nina leans into a silence only she hears—her body curved inward, yet fully radiant.

Indigo, rust, and flashes of yellow breathe between density and air, revealing form with sculptural clarity.

This isn’t technique. It’s instinct.
The brush doesn’t correct. It listens.
A moment of pure being—captured in minutes of surrender.