Oil on canvas, approximately 12” × 16”, plus frame.

A young woman stands quietly with a single feather held in her hands. It may have fallen from the boa she wore to a ball the night before; an evening of music, candlelight, whispered conversation and the strange, sudden feeling that life has changed forever. Perhaps it was there that she met her true love; perhaps the feather is the only physical trace left from a night that now seems almost dreamlike.

There is a stillness about her, but it is not sadness. She appears inward, absorbed in memory, holding the feather as though it were a keepsake, a token of enchantment. The softness of the painting reflects the delicacy of the moment: the pale skin, the muted dress, the lowered gaze, the quiet weightlessness of first love.

Her heart is as light as the feather in her hands. Frame may differ from that shown dependent on moulding availability and colouration/finish; to be decided by artist.