In this painting, everything moves without being seen.

The colors breathe, collide, calm down, revive.

The waves of the brush stroke the surface like memories that have no body, only feeling.

White, pale purple and soft gold do not create form. They construct states, like music that is heard without sound.

The viewer is not confronted with a figure, but with an energy that flows towards him.

There is a quivering calm, an inner tension that he does not see, but feels in his breathing.

The painting becomes a meditative space, where each brushstroke is a breath of life, of man, of light and of movement that has no rest.

It does not speak, but permeates.

It is that intermediate moment between the light that appears and that which dissolves.

In this invisible flow, I do not paint scenes, but the very breath of existence.