Like-Minded

In the hush of a city café, a woman sits with elegant composure, her head gently resting on her hand - a gesture poised between thought and reverie. Before her, in the porcelain circle of a coffee cup, a small green parrot swims - bright, serene, utterly unbothered.

Her beret mirrors his color, a quiet correspondence of spirits, as though the two shared a secret language of calm delight. Around them, the city hums - unaware of this tender accord between imagination and reality.

Like-Minded is a portrait of quiet kinship - where the surreal feels natural, and the mind finds company in the smallest of wonders.

Girl with Green Bird

From the darkness, her face emerges - softly illuminated, as though lit by a thought she cannot quite name. Her gaze drifts outward, beyond the room, beyond the visible, tracing the edges of an unseen dream.

Wrapped in a thick woollen sweater, she seems to carry warmth against the chill of silence. On her hand rests a small green bird, bright and patient - a living thought, perhaps, or the fragile echo of what she once hoped for.

Girl with Green Bird is a meditation on presence and absence - the moment when stillness becomes luminous, and the unseen stirs gently in the light.

Chestnut Tree

A tribute to René Magritte and the quiet mystery of trees.

In this painting, a single chestnut tree stands like a window cut into the world - its crown revealing a crescent moon and a sky alive with stars. Below, stones rest on the earth, mountains rise at a distance, and the air holds the stillness between seeing and being seen.

Magritte once wrote that the tree, growing from earth to sun, is an image of happiness - but only if we are still enough to perceive it.

Here, the tree becomes both witness and mirror, rooted in matter yet opening toward the infinite, a reminder that what we watch may also be watching us.

Four Owls

Under a shimmering blue night sky, brushed by the light of a crescent moon, four owls stand in quiet balance - one upon another, each a different kind, their feathers catching the faint glow of the hour. Three pairs of eyes watch outward, bright and alert, while the smallest owl at the top sleeps, her lids folded like wings at rest.

From both sides the night’s foliage leans inward, framing this fragile tower of vigilance and dream - a meeting of wakefulness and peace beneath the breathing blue of night.