Gentleman Painting

This creation came about thanks to mysticism and a good psychologist. One dark winter evening, I went to a party with my friends. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a large, black dog running towards me. Frightened, I turned as quickly as possible and waited for the attack. Taking a deep breath, I looked around the field until I realized I was alone there. No dog, just the shadows of tree branches moving on the white snow. I slowly felt my chest relax and, breaking out in a cold sweat, I pushed on. A few days later, I was working at a bar, carrying dishes from the laundry, and my skin went haywire, when I noticed the silhouette of a black dog staring at me in a fully lit area, against the background of white tiles. No muzzle features just a black dog. I turned suddenly and saw nothing. It became a kind of party joke, I used to tell it to my friends. Once, when talking about this, one of my friends told me that he had heard that long-haul drivers sometimes see black dog running across the road before they fall asleep at the wheel... Since then, I have been fascinated and drawn to this subject and the creatures in these paintings. For a long time I thought it was a superficial topic I was shy to portray it anywhere. It seemed to me that this kind of work is just an empty ambition, a search for the power of a weak character, superficial and frivolous. As time went on, I realized that this is a topic about the suppressed parts of ourselves, about me.