There are days when everything seems to quiet down.
When the inner noise finally drifts away, leaving behind a soft, almost sacred silence.
That moment when you realize that peace doesn’t come from elsewhere — it comes from within.

In this painting, she stands tall, her gaze serene — still marked by what she’s lived through, yet already lighter.
The traces remain — scars, fragments, memories — but they no longer hurt.
They simply tell her story.

The shades of gray and blue whisper of peace restored, while touches of orange and yellow remind us that the flame, this time, is no longer a burn… but a light.
And the hummingbird, ever the faithful messenger, still watches over her.
No longer to lead her out of the storm, but to remind her that serenity, too, is a form of strength.

Quand le calme revient (When Calm Returns) speaks of that quiet rebirth —
the one that doesn’t need noise to exist,
only a heart open once again to the breath of the present.