Her gaze is lifted beyond you, but you still feel seen.
Head tilted upward, eyes searching somewhere above the room, she carries both longing and quiet faith in the same breath.
She doesn’t demand anything from you.
She simply glows – a soft, celestial light drawn only from fractured glass. The broken patterns wrap around her face and neck like a halo in motion, as if every shard remembers the impact that set it free.
The piece is calm, but not passive.
There is movement in the way her features dissolve into the darkness, as if she’s in the middle of becoming something more. You’re not just looking at a portrait – you’re catching a glimpse of a prayer caught between earth and sky.
