Where Lullabies Fall Like Rain / 950€

This painting is a tender, surreal portal into the emotional twilight of childhood—where fear, wonder, and fragile hope blend into a single, dreamlike landscape. At the heart of the composition sits a small moth, draped in a silvery cloak of soft wings, clutching a cage—but not one of captivity. Inside glows a pomegranate, red and luminous, like a beating heart, a lantern, a seed of light in the dark. It is both a symbol of vulnerability and resilience: the fruit of life held gently, protected yet revealed. The figure rides upon the spiral shell of a grand, otherworldly snail—a quiet companion that seems to carry them across the slow, silent hours of the night. The snail’s spiral becomes a metaphor for the inward journey, the spiral of the mind looping through childhood memories, dreams, and unspoken fears. It is a journey not outward, but inward, into the imagination. Above, a golden moon watches silently, its soft crescent shedding tiny drops of rain—not tears, but lullabies, falling like blessings or forgotten wishes. This celestial detail brings a tender contrast: the sky does not rage, it hums—a gentle reassurance that even in darkness, there is song. The pomegranate, glowing from within its cage, stands as a symbol of hope held close—the kind of hope that only children understand fully: fragile, strange, yet fierce in its brightness. It’s the dream you carry with you when you're afraid of the dark, the secret treasure that gives you courage as you cross the sleeping world. This painting whispers not just of fear, but of what we carry to survive it: the strange companions, the golden moons, the red hearts beating in fragile cages, and the lullabies that fall like rain.