girl with the perl earrings

She turns- not to pose, but as if she’s just heard your soul or something.

Her gaze is not an invitation- It's interruption.

The pearl floats like a quiet rebellion,

a moon against the gravity of servitude.

This is not a portrait- its a memory you never had.

a moment that exists between breath and recognition.

She does not belong to the past- She is the question the present refuse to answer.

In the stillness, she is both the object and the observer.

silence hangs like fabric.

and yet, she sees you.

Acrylic on primed unstrectch canvas 18x22in 

2023 by Jennifer Verdieu NY