The atmosphere is dream-like, the woman is fragile, she almost
never turns her gaze towards the viewer.
She is deep in thoughts, her gestures are intended to defend
herself, to gather her soul within her inner self.
She is surrounded by a melancholy,surreal, silent atmosphere,
where she can easily converse with herself, where she can
rediscover her languid body and together with it, also the nature
that surrounds her.
She can be thoughtful, stunned, heartbroken or desolate: this
woman does not live melancholy in a negative way, she is entirely
its mistress.
She peers into her secret garden of interiority, she looks at herself
in the mirror, she evaluates herself without prejudice.
