There are moments when the world seems to stand still.
When pain, without disappearing, finally quiets—
as if it agrees to make room for something else.


In this piece, she no longer fights.
She opens.
Not in euphoria, but in a new serenity—delicate, almost fragile.
Her gaze, deep and vast, receives the light without fear.
You can feel the quiet recognition of someone who has walked through darkness
and returned changed.


Around her, the colors grow softer—
the blues whisper rest,
the oranges still hold traces of fire,
and the sketched flowers seem to breathe in harmony with her.
The hummingbird, faithful messenger, watches nearby:
not to guide her anymore,
but to honor what she has become.


Et elle s’ouvre à la lumière (And She Opens to the Light speaks) of that rare moment when the soul,
after so many trials,
stops defending itself and simply begins to receive.
To receive peace.
To receive beauty.
To receive life.
And to understand that opening to the light
is also opening to oneself.