The time of legends

Seen from behind, a young woman with loose brown hair stands barefoot on a debris-strewn beach in a bright red coat, a seated fox at her side gazing up at her. Before them a churning grey-green sea rolls toward a low rocky island crowned by a lighthouse, while three immense, translucent stags rise ghost-like from the water and clouds along the horizon.

Cold greens, greys and steel blues dominate the turbulent sea and sky, broken only by the woman's vivid red coat and the fox's warm orange fur; thick, textured strokes build the foaming waves while the spectral stags are painted in soft, smoky greys that dissolve into the overcast air. The pairing of solid, grounded figures with dreamlike apparitions creates a brooding, mysterious atmosphere.