9"x12" When the music fades, the body keeps speaking. A ballerina seen from above folds into herself, shoulders rounded and gaze cast down, the charcoal-plum tutu radiating like a dark flower against a warm, bare ground. Swift, smoky brushstrokes halo her form—notes of slate, mauve, and umber—capturing the heat of work and the hush that follows. It’s a quiet, painterly study of stamina, grace, and the soft gravity between movements.