Sainte

She rises with arms open, eyes closed, face lifted toward a deep cobalt sky streaked with painterly cloud. A flowing white gown brushed with gold and rose petals catches the light, the fabric moving like wind around her body. Below her, soft cumulus clouds part to hold her weight. The palette moves between sapphire blue, ivory, warm gold, and the rich brown of her skin, every surface alive with thick impasto strokes. The mood is reverent, weightless, free.