This collection is shaped by light, air, and the hush of unhurried hours. In Florence, time feels suspended and you begin to soften. A quiet emerges, away from the static of everything outside the self.

 

There is space to breathe, to simply be. A moment where nothing is asked, yet so much is given. These pieces carry that shift: slowed thoughts, hushed presence, and the stillness threaded between them.

 

A tender rhythm.