A dozen or so of antelopes, recognizable animals or animals that lose their identity in favor of a fleeting mood, a colorful impression or an iconic form that seems to dominate this series.
I sense a special kind of beauty in the shapes of these animals. This beauty is not only resulting from their slenderness, grace, and graphic distribution of colors, but also or maybe foremost from their defenselessness and mysterious humility in the face of the approaching threat.
When I experience life's emotions, I always return to this cycle, finding solace and peace in it, just like in soft music.