At The Crossroads of Times

Columns of light pierce this canvas—vertical and fluid—like colorful waterfalls from another world. Green envelops the whole, a living matrix where the passages of time are inscribed. Layers of gold, blue, and red descend in overlapping strata, each representing different ages recorded within a single memory. At the center, a fragile and vibrant red glow blooms, a reminder of a present constantly being born. Red lines stretch out in arcs, as if connecting scattered moments. Everything seems to converge here: the past that remembers, the future taking shape, and the breathing present. The canvas becomes an axis, a point of intersection where temporalities cease to conflict. The colors do not tell a sequence but a union: a single time, both multiple and eternal. Within it, one senses the pulse of a mystery—what was, what is, and what will be, united in a single breath.