Untitled 7 (Guardian of the Forest)

A lone, deer-headed figure stands like a quiet sentinel within a dreamscape of powdery blues and nocturnal blacks, his branched antlers echoing the bare trees behind him until body and landscape feel inseparably fused. The composition is anchored by his staff and front-facing posture, yet a vertical plume of white mist cleaves the space like a breath made visible—an axis between the earthly ground strewn with small blossoms and the star-flecked sky above. Delicate stippling and folk-like patterning lend the scene a tender tactility, while the masked, heavy-lidded gaze suggests a guardian who carries both ritual authority and a private melancholy. In this suspended twilight, nature is not backdrop but identity, and the figure reads as a mythic intermediary—part animal, part human, part weather—holding vigil at the threshold of transformation.