The Ride of the Unicorn II
Acrylic on Canvas
34” x 36”
Signed on the back
Certificate of authenticity available
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There are moments that do not belong to time at all—moments that feel borrowed from imagination itself, as if joy briefly escaped its boundaries and chose to take form.
She arrives in one such moment, radiant and unrestrained. Her hair is arranged in an elaborate Marie Antoinette–inspired style, a structure of elegance that feels almost ceremonial, yet softened by movement and light. She wears a 17th-century pastel dress that floats around her like a memory of courtly grace, delicate and suspended between refinement and dream.
And then there is her laughter.
It is not polite. It is not contained. It is the kind of laughter that overtakes everything—pure, unfiltered, alive. The kind that suggests she is not performing joy, but living inside it completely, as if the world has finally agreed to her terms.
She rides a pink unicorn.
But this is not a creature of fantasy alone—it carries the dignity of myth. Its front legs bend with the sculptural strength of ancient marble heroes, as if classical monuments have stepped out of stone and learned how to move again. Yet it smiles. And in that smile, it meets her equally unguarded joy. Together, they form a quiet harmony—woman and creature reflecting one another, as if each recognizes itself in the other’s freedom.
The background is a light, breathing green, gentle as air after rain. Scattered across it are delicate flowers, not overwhelming the scene but quietly affirming it, like small confirmations that beauty can be soft, present, and unforced.
In The Ride of the Unicorn II, reality loosens its grip. What remains is a shared moment between laughter and myth, between elegance and absurdity, between history and delight. It is not a scene of escape—it is a scene of arrival, where joy becomes so complete it can no longer be contained within the ordinary world.
