Untitled 5 (Serene Waters)

A cobalt, checkered bull anchors the scene like a quiet monument, its pink mask of a face both tender and inscrutable, as if emotion has been deliberately stylized into emblem. Around it, the field becomes a musical staff of green waves and dotted pulses, where small white blossoms drift like pauses in breath, softening the animal’s weight into reverie. The red, needle-beaked birds cut diagonals through this patterned calm, turning the pastoral into a theatre of watchfulness—nature rendered not as depiction but as a coded harmony of companionship, tension, and ritual.