A fast and fluttering heart, an emotion that couldn’t be contained, a lost minute of faith… the image unseen, the sound of silence. The ultimate minute of splendor.
What could be hidden behind a smile, the poetry of a floating hair, the nakedness of the soul.
Curves that are aligned with time, lines that are shaped with complexity, the truth begging to be told, the purity of a woman’s body with all its imperfections and its glorious reality.
The periodic pain and its wonders, the joy of carrying a child, the scars that are crowns of motherhood, the untold secrets of womanhood, all the dilemmas of a society rejecting the wife, the mother and the daughter.
Yet all the sensual abstract stories hidden under the layers of skin and paint. The canvas that turns to be the body, the brush that tells the infinite tales of femininity.