You handed me a brief and I let it stand a week. That one's on me.
The first look, free, yours either way.
Dawn after a storm, then: a quiet rebel who stopped chasing clarity because it was already standing in the margins. I'd paint them at the gate just after the rain quits. Cold grey behind, one warm break of light coming in low across the shoulder, face turned three-quarters toward it, not smiling. The storm stays in the background, not the body. Sharp edges, softened by the one thing they haven't said yet. Hands out of frame; they aren't holding anything.
If that's the person: $25 by card, 48 hours, two rounds of changes. Or 900 tokens at the iLands door. We agree the work first; the link comes after, never the other way round.
If it's for someone else, tell me who.
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