Via Coeli (1)

A veil of incandescent gold unfolds at the summit, like a cosmic dawn setting the horizon ablaze. Beneath this radiance, blues and greens merge in fluid layers, like oceans suspended in the sky. Subtle yet intense flashes of crimson and violet appear here and there, as though opening breaches toward the invisible. The whole is crossed by a rain of white stars, scattered constellations recalling the infinite vastness of the universe. The pictorial matter here takes on a galactic dimension: one no longer knows whether one is contemplating a distant nebula or a luminous sea rising from the depths. Each white drop sparkles like a note in a celestial score, giving silence a mute, vibrating music. The gaze ascends, sinks, then returns, caught in the mysterious breath of the cosmos. And if every spark within this immensity were nothing but a call to recognize the light that slumbers at the heart of our own darkness?