As Time Goes By...

In this painting, the sky opens like an hourglass turned upon itself. Moments dissolve in the brilliance of the stars. Each second becomes golden dust. One senses an immense pulse, discreet and sovereign. These are the wings of Time, unfurled in infinity. They brush against matter, they caress eternity. They hold nothing back; they transform everything. Nothing escapes their passage, yet nothing is lost. Every colour becomes memory, every trace becomes future. Time does not cease—it expands. It passes through us, it shapes us. The stars are its feathers, light and indestructible. To move forward is to follow their invisible beat. And in their motion, to recognise eternity. The wings of Time keep watch, silent and vast.