Illustration for "禧不发生 (Svadbe neće biti)"

In the quiet, sunlit room, she stands between memory and possibility:her reflection held in the depths of the mirror, eyes searching for an answer neither past nor future can provide. The black lace, intricate as old secrets, hugs her frame, while the voluminous skirt blooms in white, adorned with baroque motifs that echo silent vows. Behind her, a portrait gazes out from another world, its solemn presence anchoring the space in longing and absence. Flowers nod in gentle approval, bright witnesses to this suspended moment. I am touched by the gentle melancholy that envelops the scene:the grace of waiting, the poetry of an unanswered question. I love how beauty and uncertainty entwine here, painting a delicate portrait of hope, memory, and the bittersweet art of standing on the threshold of destiny.