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This one was a love letter to tenderness. I painted it to honor intimacy—the kind that’s soft, slow, and deeply human. These two women don’t need to say anything. The way they hold each other says everything. I felt calm painting this, like I was witnessing something private and eternal.
The composition draws from Renaissance form, with draped garments and carefully interlocked hands, but the subjects are modern in their vulnerability. Deep crimsons and slate blues swirl together over a black background, giving the piece a timeless warmth. The brushwork is detailed but gentle, especially in the fabrics and skin tones. Their closeness is everything—it’s romantic, not performative.
This one was a love letter to tenderness. I painted it to honor intimacy—the kind that’s soft, slow, and deeply human. These two women don’t need to say anything. The way they hold each other says everything. I felt calm painting this, like I was witnessing something private and eternal.
The composition draws from Renaissance form, with draped garments and carefully interlocked hands, but the subjects are modern in their vulnerability. Deep crimsons and slate blues swirl together over a black background, giving the piece a timeless warmth. The brushwork is detailed but gentle, especially in the fabrics and skin tones. Their closeness is everything—it’s romantic, not performative.