Even among beavers there’s a beef sometimes. Maybe a day started with a wrong foot or a wrong look or even worse… long story short, one beaver had a grudge against other one and destroyed his dam, so this liberated amount of waters outflew into the endless windings, and as they receded, they left something unexpected: a glimmering layer of golden sand.
This painting reflects not only a whimsical tale, but also a deeper emotional landscape. It explores themes of conflict and release, destruction and discovery. Just like in nature, when tensions break, what remains can surprise us – sometimes ruin leaves behind gold.
A symbolic fauvist-style landscape where color and emotion rise like a tide – and fall with meaning.
69,5x35x1,5cm
markers, graphite, pencils, spray paint, acrylic, fixative on plywood