The Bound Muse waits patiently on the stage, serene behind her mask. The hum of machinery and whisper of the velvet curtains do not reach her, for she is lost in her own reverie.
I do so love combining steampunk and ballet; plague doctor masks and shibari. It is an aesthetic and world I would love to flesh out even more; perhaps a story to accompany one of these paintings will be in order...meanwhile, I hope you love her as much as i do. I am sure I'll be visiting this theme again soon. 🖤
