Woman by the Garden Pond

At the edge of a lush garden, a woman bathes by the pond - her body calm, unguarded, glowing in the soft air. Birds skim the water, white wings glinting in the light; turtles drift close, curious. Around her, carpets and a low platform mark a space for rest, a sanctuary where nature and intimacy meet.

The scene breathes with the warmth of an oriental garden - alive, fragrant, tenderly watching. Animals linger not as intruders but as witnesses, drawn to her ease.

“He offered her the world,” writes Monique Duval, “she said she had her own.”

Woman by the Garden Pond is that world - a vision of sovereignty in stillness, where beauty belongs to itself.

Red Carpet in the Garden

A red carpet lies enclosed within a delicate fence - a small sanctuary of pattern and light. Its surface blooms with floral vines, as though the garden itself had begun to dream in fabric. In one corner, a small table with glimmering flacons and a cushion waits, quietly inviting someone to pause, to breathe, to arrive. 

Beyond the fence, trees and blossoms unfold, and at the garden’s edge rises an elegant building crowned with decorated crenellations - a silent witness to the stillness below.

Red Carpet in the Garden evokes a space of gentle ceremony - a meeting of order and nature, where beauty becomes an act of quiet devotion. 

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.