Oil on kraft paper, 2 m x 1 m
Saint Germain des Prés Studio

She leans inward, eyes closed—not withdrawn but luminous, as if listening to a breath only she can hear.
In this suspended moment, Eva’s sensual presence emerges through a choreography of instinct. The brush does not describe her; it becomes her.

Painted in just 20 minutes, the figure appears not applied but revealed—as if the kraft paper already knew her form. Each brushstroke pulses with quiet urgency, creating curves that speak, shadows that whisper. There is no excess. Every motion is intentional, born of surrender to a deeper force that guided the hand before the mind could catch up.

She is softness and structure. A body grounded, and yet—she floats.
Stillness becomes breath. Flesh becomes poetry