Untitled 13 (Under the Starry Veil)

Set against a nocturnal field of speckled constellations, the humble house becomes a stage where domestic certainty dissolves into dream-logic—smoke rises like a quiet revelation while a falling star sketches a fragile arc of wish and warning. The seated figure, masked into anonymity, holds a guarded stillness as birds, drawn with the precision of talismans, hover between omen and companionship, their presence turning the threshold into a site of listening. Earthy ochres and bruised blues press warmth against abyss, and the tiled ground—busy with crows and scattered grain—suggests how daily life is continually negotiated with the unseen, where tenderness and unease share the same hearth.