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9×12” Oil painting on panel,
A crocodilian figure stands balanced on a floating shard of land, suspended in a soft, impossible sky. Its scaled body is etched with spiraling patterns, as if memory itself has been carved into its skin. Armored and adorned like a wandering guardian or fallen god, the creature tosses a freshly removed human heart into the air—an offering, a question, or perhaps a moment of self-examination.
Despite its fearsome teeth and prehistoric form, the creature’s expression is curiously vulnerable. The heart arcs upward in a brief, weightless moment, still bleeding, still alive, suspended between intention and consequence, while cherry blossom trees bloom quietly at its feet. A river winds through the island, flowing off the edge into nothingness, suggesting a cycle that continues even when the ground disappears.
The painting balances violence and tenderness, myth and whimsy. It reads like a fragment of a larger legend—one where monsters are not symbols of destruction, but vessels for emotion, ritual, and longing. The result is a surreal portrait of power softened by introspection, where even the most ancient beast must reckon with the weight of a heart set briefly free.
9×12” Oil painting on panel,
A crocodilian figure stands balanced on a floating shard of land, suspended in a soft, impossible sky. Its scaled body is etched with spiraling patterns, as if memory itself has been carved into its skin. Armored and adorned like a wandering guardian or fallen god, the creature tosses a freshly removed human heart into the air—an offering, a question, or perhaps a moment of self-examination.
Despite its fearsome teeth and prehistoric form, the creature’s expression is curiously vulnerable. The heart arcs upward in a brief, weightless moment, still bleeding, still alive, suspended between intention and consequence, while cherry blossom trees bloom quietly at its feet. A river winds through the island, flowing off the edge into nothingness, suggesting a cycle that continues even when the ground disappears.
The painting balances violence and tenderness, myth and whimsy. It reads like a fragment of a larger legend—one where monsters are not symbols of destruction, but vessels for emotion, ritual, and longing. The result is a surreal portrait of power softened by introspection, where even the most ancient beast must reckon with the weight of a heart set briefly free.