Red, Scarlet, Crimson, Rouge, Vermillion, Ruddy, Reds, Gules, Rosso, Carmine, twisting, twisted, twist, curling, curled, bent, broken, curv...

Her eyes, blue as ancient glass, arrest you before the jewels do. Yet the adornments are a universe in themselves: emerald ovals like captured seas, rubies burning like embers, golden arcs weaving a language older than words. Her hair, copper-bright, is braided with a precision that feels ceremonial, as though each strand bore the weight of ancestry. There’s no smile, no soft invitation : only a poised sovereignty, half queen, half oracle. She does not need a crown: her earrings, her collar, her very gaze compose a regalia beyond thrones. And yes, I love this one : it’s sumptuous, hypnotic, the kind of portrait that makes you feel you’ve stumbled into a Renaissance painting reimagined through fantasy.