The Transformed Instinct

The Transformed Instinct. oil on burlap. 50 × 70 cm. 2023

The dream-maker led me into a room with dark purple walls. The room was almost entirely occupied by a large dark-blue bed, giving the impression that it was the true center of the space.

A woman stood beside the bed. She appeared to be around sixty years old and carried an air of mystery. There was something enigmatic about her presence, as though she belonged to the room and knew its purpose. She remained silent, yet observant.

On the bed rested a golden serpent. It was not merely gold in color—it seemed to be made of pure gold. Yet it was alive. Its metallic body moved slowly and gracefully, shimmering as it glided across the dark-blue surface of the bed. I stood there observing this impossible creature, both precious and living at the same time.

15 April 2023

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