Creation myth rendered as folk-art fever dream. The falcon god leans into the work of moving the sun, and the painting treats that cosmic labor like a guy hauling a cart through the desert, which is exactly the joke and exactly the reverence. Post-impressionist swirls collide with ancient iconography. Pink sand, electric night, a sun that looks like spun sugar on fire. It's the kind of piece that reads as both ancient and freshly painted, the sort of mythology a collector wants when the usual reproductions feel too polite.

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