The Mistress of Light
In dark dreams, on the threshold of sunsets, and within the glimmers of nightbound constellations, the gaze of her mirrored eyes sinks.
Silence is pierced by blades of silver lightning, weaving themselves into her hair in thin threads.
The Mistress of Light — of reflections trembling upon the irises of those who remember; of the shine in the depths of night that leads to the threshold, to the very Realm of Dreams…
25×35 см.
Oil, silver potal on canvas board.
Natalie Ina 2020.


















