Tina Bell Vance

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Pears

Five golden pears rest in a delicate wicker nest atop a weathered table. The soft, dappled light catches on their slightly bruised skin, revealing the subtle greens and yellows of their ripening flesh. Shadows cradle each curve, whispering of sweet decay and fleeting moments. It is a still life captured in the breath before the bite—a suspended second where the world waits.

Non-Series — Pears

Five golden pears rest in a delicate wicker nest atop a weathered table. The soft, dappled light catches on their slightly bruised skin, revealing the subtle greens and yellows of their ripening flesh. Shadows cradle each curve, whispering of sweet decay and fleeting moments. It is a still life captured in the breath before the bite—a suspended second where the world waits.