Oil on kraft paper, 
127 cm H x 93 cm W

Saint-Germain-des-Prés Studio

Eyes closed, she leans inward—
not asleep, but deeply awake.

Her body is not constructed, but uncovered —
as if the kraft paper already carried her outline.

The brush moves like breath.
Curves whisper; shadows hum.

She floats without leaving the ground.
Stillness turns to motion,
flesh dissolves into poetry.
A portrait not of sleep, but of the moment before awakening —
where presence hovers, tender and infinite.