The forest here doesn’t grow – it seeps through, like mist, from the depths of a dream. The trunks are elongated and nearly transparent, as if the boundaries between worlds have thinned and ceased to hold their form. Below lie flowers resembling flashes of emotion – and amidst them, a flower-creature with the head of a rabbit: a symbol of elusive identity, soft and vulnerable.
The rabbit belongs neither to a body nor to a place, it emerges at the very edge of perception.
Acrylic, oil pastel on canvas, 50*70 cm (19,7”*27,6”)
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.
