oil on canvas, 80x80cm,signed and dated l.d., described on the back of the painting.Author's certificate attached.
False tenderness
In the quiet of the afternoon, with light seeping through a rectangular window and the sea breathing heavily on the horizon, a bear cuddles a bunny.
But his arms are too tight, and his embrace gives no warmth - only a chill of intent. His eyes look elsewhere, not at her. She snuggles in, unaware that this is not a refuge, but the beginning of a journey that should not begin.
In this silence, someone is waiting. A fox - elegant, aloof. He stands at the door as if at the edge of his conscience. His gaze glides across the scene like a blade. He knows why he is here. He knows that something is about to be sealed.
The ships at sea are ready. The port is silent, but witnesses everything. Such cities do not ask, do not judge. They only swallow and release - living or dead souls.
A pitcher of water, a bowl of fruit - witnesses to the banality of evil. Nothing here screams, nothing cries. Not even a bunny. Because she still believes that what she feels is safety.
But it's just that. false tenderness.
