This one began with the frame, a rare 19th-century Italian Florentine triptych that already felt like a relic before I touched it. Something about it asked for stillness, so I built the whole piece around that quiet.

The dragonfly is the center, suspended rather than in motion, with notes from Clair de Lune drifting through the sky behind her. I added French script across the surface, Elle dérive entre les mondes, she drifts between worlds, and a breath of sky and stillness, because the words carried the mood I was after better than the image alone could.

I wanted her to feel crowned in grace and light, like a spirit caught between worlds. The piece is meant to read as something timeless and romantic, a small remnant of love kept safe inside an old and sacred frame.