Ah, how I love steampunk! And shibari! And masks! Add some ballet slippers and - voila! La Danse Suspendue. Our muse is carefully suspended on the stage, framed by velvet curtains, with a maze of industrial machinery whirring behind her. A dark waltz plays, inviting one to join in the dance.
This was a lovely daydream, whispers of brush on the canvas, hours into days into fantasies. I lost track of time bringing her to life, often looking up only to find the day had become night and the music I had been listening to had ended, but still echoed in my mind.
Acrylic on canvas I 8x10" I Unframed I 2025
**This piece has been purchased and is on exhibit at Gallery Erato, Seattle, 8.6.26-9.5.26.
