Untitled 2 (The Watcher)

This dreamlike tableau stages a quiet collision between the instinctual and the human: a lion, rendered with tender gravity, bends toward a pale, mask-like face as if interrogating the boundary between life, memory, and discard. Above, a row of cratered moons and swirling, marbled currents compress the sky into a psychic ceiling, while the central band of smoky darkness reads like a tide of unspoken thought separating celestial order from terrestrial unease. The restrained, sepia-violet palette and dense textural crosshatching turn the scene into an etched reverie—part myth, part omen—where power is tempered by vulnerability and the wilderness becomes a mirror for interior reckoning.