Alexandra Belle -

She dipped a cotton swab into a mild solvent and touched the corner of the frame. With a single, steady stroke, the dull brown dissolved. Beneath it lay a sliver of vibrant, impossible ultramarine blue.

"No," Alexandra corrected softly, looking at the fine lines of age she had chosen to leave visible. "It looks like it survived." alexandra belle

Alexandra Belle sat in her studio, surrounded by the scent of linseed oil and the quiet hum of a city waking up. As a restoration artist, her job wasn’t to create something new, but to rescue what the world had forgotten. She dipped a cotton swab into a mild