This piece is a part of my own journey.
Years ago, I received a shamanic healing from an extraordinary Polish guru — a meeting that left a quiet, lasting mark on me. He’s no longer here, but some part of that experience stayed, grew, and eventually led me here.
This painting isn’t about him — it’s about me. My sensitivity, my obsessions, my companions.
The owl, the lizard, the black textures, the strange visions stitched together into something that feels like the inside of my own head.
I’ve always been obsessed with Van Dyck, Elizabethan times, lace, gothic atmosphere…
That love naturally bleeds into everything I touch.
Even this ridiculous, heavy, ancient gold frame — full of carved claws lurking in the corners — feels like it belongs.
It’s almost too much, but so am I sometimes.
This isn’t marketing.
This isn’t a pose.
This is just me. No bullshit.
It’s not for sale.
