Veiled in Gold, Dreaming Still – where Snoopy and his companion almost disappear
beneath a curtain of gilded silence, their outlines barely whispering through layers of
shadow and shimmer. This is no absence – it is retreat, it is softness, a surrender to
the invisible.
Gold flows like time here, masking the shape of innocence with the sheen of memory
and forgetting. Below the surface, traces remain – the curve of an ear, the glint of a
thought, the hush of a friendship paused, but never erased.
A portrait of what hides, not out of fear – but to rest, to remember, to wait for light.