Eternal Return, or The Secret of The Blue Bird

A vast turquoise and golden sweep crosses this canvas, like the outstretched wing of an immense bird. Upon its back, clusters of red and pink flowers burst forth, like a suspended garden in the sky. The petals appear both fragile and radiant, carried by an unseen force. The blue bird, half-blended into matter, is never fully revealed: it is guessed, embodied in the breath of color. It becomes messenger of the secret: to carry fragile beauty into infinity, never letting it fall. Light flows like a solar wind, linking each flower to the wingbeat. The entire composition breathes the cycle, the impulse of eternal return where nothing is lost, all transforms. The grace of the flowers contrasts with the power of the wing, union of the delicate and the vast. Every detail evokes continuity: what blossoms fades, yet is reborn elsewhere, borne by the unseen bird. And if the secret of the blue bird were simply the promise to carry our dreams into eternal return?