The World Was My Oyster

She sits at the edge of a quiet dream, where time softens and memories drift like shadows. Beneath her stillness, a world lingers just out of reach. In her gaze, a silent story unfolds, fragile and deep, inviting you to hold a moment of quiet becoming.

Acrylic on Canvas
40 x 60 inches

Price Upon Request

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