Untitled 12 (Guardian of the Flock)

A reclining figure, draped in stark white, sinks into a nocturnal blue field where the body’s calm weight contrasts with the restless press of horned animals behind. The composition turns on this tension—soft folds and pale skin illuminated like a fragile sanctuary, while the herd’s mottled, shadow-thick forms gather as a collective unconscious, part threat, part guardianship. The limited palette heightens a dreamlike suspension, suggesting surrender to instinct and memory, as if the human presence is both protected and absorbed by the animal chorus. In this ambiguous intimacy, the work reads as a meditation on vulnerability—how sleep opens a passage where fear, tenderness, and belonging share the same dark breath.