Beatrice Has A Kazoo

Her serious gaze hinting at stories just out of reach. The Her muted colors and soft edges around her create a feeling of something remembered—familiar yet strange—where innocence meets a subtle the undercurrent of unease. She holds her small possessions close, as if guarding a secret in a world both timeless and unreal.

Oil on Canvas
36 x 48 inches

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