There are moments when the eyes close....

Not because we wish to turn away from the world, but because we wish to see what the world can not show.

She sleeps in the quiet space, her eyes covered with delicate jasmine flowers, as if the soft petals are protecting her from noise, inviting her to drift deeper .... into her own heart.

Around her butterflies flutter ...not in haste, but gently..as though they too are part of her dreaming. They circle her head, her shoulder, like silent keepers of the stories she is yet to tell.

In the corner leaves shimmer quietly, a reminder that even in stillness, there is growth there is light.

She is not lost...

She is not asleep.

She is simply travelling... to that sacred place where thoughts are soft, where love is deep, where the soul can finally breathe.

This painting is a window into that fragile journey ... A gentle conversation between dreams, nature and feminine silence.

Acrylic on canvas.