Thin line of the forest

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.
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