A moment of wings

In a slender, almost ghostly forest of elongated trunks, a moth emerges—like a stray spark amidst the cold silence. Its soft glow disrupts the strict verticality of the trees and creates a sense of a fleeting, almost impossible presence.
The forest seems like a dream, where forms waver between mist and reality, and the moth a symbol of transience and vulnerability. This is a space on the edge of perception: where vision doubts, and the memory of light becomes the only guide.

Acrylic, oil pastel on canvas, 50*60 cm (19,7”*23,6'')
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.