The forest dissolves in soft layers of color, as if the memory of it slips away before it can even form into thought. From this shaky depth, a fawn emerges – not as a creature, but as a sensation. It stands on the border: between sleep and wakefulness, between fear and trust, between what we see and what we can only guess at.
Its fragility is not a weakness, but a way of existing in a world where everything is constantly blurring. Here, perception does not capture reality, but merely touches it – carefully, as if afraid of destruction.
Acrylic, oil pastel on canvas, 70*70 cm (27,6”*27,6”)
Signed on the front and back by the artist.
A certificate of Authenticity signed and dated by the artist will be included in the package.
