Oil on copper panel, 25×25 cm (10×10 in)
A girl unfolds from the cracked shell like a scene from a dream you only half remember. Golden, glowing, just on the edge of uncanny. The molten yolk spills like spotlight and shadow, warm and viscous, catching the copper panel’s gleam. There’s a quiet tension here: something sacred, something strange. She’s not just being born—she’s arriving. And you can’t look away.
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