Midnight in Montmartre - 24" x30" Mixed Media on canvas - ORIGINAL

Céleste sits quietly in a corner café in Montmartre, where the smell of espresso mingles with the night air and the Eiffel Tower glows like a distant dream. Her red wine untouched, her croissant barely warm, she gazes beyond the room—not lost, but searching.

She is not waiting for anyone.

She is remembering someone.

Once a muse, a lover, a dancer who wore moonlight like perfume, Céleste lived for passion. But Paris, for all its beauty, can also be cruel. Promises were made. Hearts were broken. And dreams, once shouted from rooftops, became whispers in crowded cafés.

But tonight is different. Something in the air hums with possibility. Her eyes—though tired—still burn with defiance. She isn't longing for the past. She’s reclaiming it. The red wine is no longer for forgetting. It’s for celebrating her return to herself.

Tomorrow, she will dance again.

But tonight, she remembers who she is.