In the dense thicket, an impossible flower blooms: instead of petals, a turquoise moth, its wings spread wide to embrace the light. On its fragile surface lies an omelet, the white of which resembles a cloud, the yolk a shimmering sun.
Breakfast, accidentally discovered in nature, becomes part of its metamorphosis. The moth is not just a flower—it is a moment between sleep and awakening, between flight and rest. The painting resonates with a quiet, surreal paradox: the most mundane and everyday is held together by the most fragile wings.
Acrylic, oil pastel on canvas, 40*50 cm (15,7”*19,7”)
Signed on the front and back by the artist.
Stretched and ready to hang.
A certificate of Authenticity signed and dated by the artist will be included in the package.
