Woman with Swan

By the water’s edge, beneath a light that feels borrowed from an unseen moon, a woman stands holding a swan. Its neck curves around her shoulder, white feathers folding into her like a whisper. She turns her head, half-coquettish, half-lost in thought, as though listening to something only the night can tell her.

The air shimmers with stillness - desire without urgency, intimacy without words. Woman with Swan is a portrait of quiet entanglement, where creature and keeper mirror one another, bound by grace, mystery, and a light that belongs to neither alone.

Encounter at a Café

Under a sky filled with silent stars, where the sea meets the shadow, a woman sits alone at a small café table. In her hand, she holds the feather of a flamingo - soft, luminous, trembling between trophy and promise. The bird stands before her, poised in stillness, its gaze meeting hers across the dim glow of an unseen light.

There is no sound but the hush of tide and breath. Encounter at a Café captures that suspended instant between recognition and mystery - where two beings meet without words, and even the faintest gesture carries the gravity of a dream remembered.

Café Conversation

In the soft hum of a café, a woman sits alone, her legs crossed, a trace of thought in her gaze. Beside her on the bench rests an unexpected guest - a heron, tall and silent, its feathers catching the muted light. Between them, a stillness forms, delicate as breath, as if words were unnecessary.

She wears an elegant green blouse, her jewellery glinting faintly, a touch of the worldly within a scene that feels almost dreamt. Before her, the café waits - empty cups, quiet air, the soft murmur of unseen lives.

Café Conversation captures that fleeting moment of communion beyond language, where beauty leans toward mystery, and silence becomes its own form of understanding.

Like-Minded

In the hush of a city café, a woman sits with elegant composure, her head gently resting on her hand - a gesture poised between thought and reverie. Before her, in the porcelain circle of a coffee cup, a small green parrot swims - bright, serene, utterly unbothered.

Her beret mirrors his color, a quiet correspondence of spirits, as though the two shared a secret language of calm delight. Around them, the city hums - unaware of this tender accord between imagination and reality.

Like-Minded is a portrait of quiet kinship - where the surreal feels natural, and the mind finds company in the smallest of wonders.