Untitled 1 (The Garden of Dreams)

Set against a saturated cerulean field sprinkled like falling seeds or stars, a procession of hybrid bodies—part human, part bird, part beast—drifts in a weightless choreography that feels both playful and quietly metaphysical. The translucent greens and soft blushes, edged by spare linework, give each figure the fragility of a fresco fragment, as if these are remembered myths resurfacing through water and light. Vessels, branches, and severed-yet-serene heads recur as emblems of breath, offering, and transformation, turning the composition into a vertical cosmology where instinct and spirit continually exchange masks. The overall rhythm reads like a dream-score: figures orbit one another without narrative closure, suggesting a world in which metamorphosis is not an event but a natural state of being.