The Silent Guardians were never planned.

I was experimenting with different forms, textures, and movements on the canvas when one shape appeared by accident. The moment I saw it, I stopped. It looked familiar. Not like a person. Not like an object. More like a presence.

Its silhouette reminded me of an angel. The kind that quietly protects, guides, and appears exactly when it is needed. I kept painting this shape again and again.

Over time, it became clear that I was not creating different figures. I was meeting the same one in different dimensions.

Each painting is a different dimension. I think they are spirits or the memories. Perhaps they are the parts of ourselves that stay with us when everything else disappears.