A surreal oil painting of a pale woman standing in a ruined corridor. Her nude form is being overtaken by a living dress of black lace and roses, which climbs up her thighs and abdomen like rot made elegant. Embedded in the floral growth are ribs, bone shapes, and thorns — as if her body is being restructured by grief.
She holds part of the veil in her hand like a keepsake, but lets the rest drag behind her in wet, matted threads. Her expression is blank — eyes wide, skin luminous. The light is moonlit and silver-washed, bleeding softly across the floor. The roses on her body burn scarlet against the ash-toned world.
Enhanced texture and timeless beauty with our canvas print. The canvas texture enhances the image's natural look and feel, creating a truly immersive art experience:
