Eyes closed, lips parted, surrounded by blushing peonies — Love Letter is a whispered daydream. Not for someone else, but for herself. She is not waiting for love to arrive; she is remembering that it already lives within her.
Gabrielle paints her as soft as a summer breeze, yet as grounded as old roots. There’s power in this kind of surrender — not submission, but serenity. A love letter written with light, silence, and self-acceptance. She is both muse and author of her own story.
