Olieverf op Dibond, 50×70cm
“he moves as if the air itself bends to her will, every fold of her gown unfolding like the wings of a celestial being. In her dance, there is no effort — only the quiet command of someone entirely at one with her art. She does not chase beauty; she becomes it, each motion a fleeting miracle suspended in time.“
Olieverf op Dibond, 50×70cm
“he moves as if the air itself bends to her will, every fold of her gown unfolding like the wings of a celestial being. In her dance, there is no effort — only the quiet command of someone entirely at one with her art. She does not chase beauty; she becomes it, each motion a fleeting miracle suspended in time.“
