There is a sun that doesn’t burn the hands, but rather shelters the soul’s winters. In the center of this circle of fire and ash, a silhouette of water and moss pauses to gaze at time. Its skin is the map of indelible marks; its neck bears the ring of a chosen silence. There is no haste in its tilted gaze, only the echo of a question that floats on the canvas. It is the calm that dwells within the chromatic storm, the refuge of a mind that knows itself to be the universe. This work was created based on a poem written by the artist.

Painting acrilic on linen, 80 cm x 80 cm. All works are shipped with a signed certificate of authenticity; shipping is included in the final price.