In a sultry room the gift poses, hips and waist twisted into a seductive curve. The gentle path of flesh becomes a journey and an invitation; a dangerous welcome for the weary traveler.
The face is small and proud, with a beauty’s spirit brewing just below the surface. An alchemy of arrogance swirls in tangents between the black eyes, the dainty mouth, the dazzling countryside of silhouette and bone. Colors buoy and glimmer through a gentle haze: cherry, rose, a sfumato of lavender, ivory dissolving lovingly into pearl.
The crescent smile is scarlet and pert, and a mischievous femininity mirrors in the dark eyes, the honest, heavy brows. The hair is soft and tumbled, the stray hairs an echo of the roguish expression that dashes across her face like an unbridled colt. A single curl has fallen, and threatens the triangular stability of brow, eye and nose.
With a look of aggressive generosity, the gift seeks the face of the viewer. The body is a presentation piece: an offering of audacious skin and daring measurements rising from a sea of soft, white currents.
The gift is wrapped in silk and organza: tight and taut, décolleté and delightful. Swathed in colors that reflects the pale sunlight of spring, it glows with promise as does that most innocent of seasons. But it is radiant with danger, too.
The gift is one of boldness and freedom – an unabashed vision that once was hidden if only because such a fearless beauty was not allowed to be shared.