At the threshold of dusk, a melody takes form. The figure of a violinist emerges like a golden whisper, born from a flower, held gently by the fading light. She carries within her a suspended moment — the feeling before the note, the silence before the memory. This piece is a quiet meditation on art as a refuge, where sound, light, and remembrance weave together in a breath outside of time.
50 X 50 X 8cm
Oil, resin and gold leaf on custom wooden box.
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