She woke in her castle the way she always does, slowly, reluctantly, sleep mask still half on and last night’s dreams smudged somewhere between her lashes. Doves wandered in through the marble archways uninvited. Feathers fell past pink curtains. A small pillow sits forgotten on the floor.
Nightgown unwashed and decorated with her favourite lipstick. Wakey Wakey Princess.
Digital collage / Digital Mixed Media
Available in multiple sizes - Prints are dispatched within one week
