
She stands in an enchanted garden, bathed in the delicate shimmer of silver and pale blue. Turning gently toward us, she holds a bouquet of radiant poppies, her enigmatic smile hinting at a secret dream. Around her, butterflies flit among wildflowers and swirling engraved lines, as if guarding a hidden story. In this luminous convergence of Impressionist color and classical etching, nature seems to whisper what only the butterflies know.
Je fais partie des baby boomer (espèce en voie de disparition)