A Portrait in Motion

A whisper of fabric follows her as she glides into the next room — deep jewel tones cloaking the walls, lit by pools of soft golden light. Here, the paintings are quieter, more intimate. Still lifes. Portraits. Unsent letters written in color.

Panthea stops before a small oil painting of a woman at a window, her profile caught in mid-thought. A simple scene, yet the emotion radiates. She leans in, as if listening. Her fingers twitch slightly — not to touch, but to feel what the woman in the frame might be thinking. This is her craft too, after all: stepping into silences and making them speak.

August 4, 2025 | 3:53 am