Lullaby To An Unborn World

There are songs that cannot be heard, yet make the entire universe tremble. Whispers so gentle they cradle the stars; vibrations so deep they give birth to worlds. This painting is that silent song. The clouds open like maternal arms, and within their hollow beats a fragile radiance, seed of a universe still to come. This lullaby is not a melody of words, but a cosmic breath. Each breath of light is a note, each flicker of shadow, a discreet counterpoint. It is the music of beginnings, played for the child-world asleep in the cosmic egg of infinity. This “lullaby for a world to be born” tells us that Creation is not finished, that it begins again at every instant, that a new horizon is forever opening in the invisible cradle of galaxies. And the one who contemplates may hear, deep within their own silence, the same melody that once carried them, in the shadow of their mother’s womb, before they saw the light of day. Thus, this painting is not only a “celestial vision”: it is intimate memory, seeking to remind us that the universe itself still sings, to bring us to birth into worlds we do not yet know.