Beneath the Surface

A small still life in oil on wood: a porcelain bowl cradles grapes, a ripe peach, and a pale seashell. Ordinary at first glance, yet each carries its own quiet language — the peach, soft and full, whispers of touch and ripeness; grapes, abundant and bursting, murmur indulgence; the seashell, hollow and curved, hints at hidden femininity. Together they speak softly of desire and intimacy, their meaning unfolding just beneath.