What Dreams are Made of (63)

This canvas unfolds a vertical surge, like a luminous waterfall cutting through space. Colors stream in successive waves, colliding and breaking apart, yet never losing their fluidity. They evoke the fleeting nature of dreams—images that are born, shattered, and reborn instantly. Here, the viewer is invited on an inner journey: contours waver, the boundary between matter and light dissolves. Everything appears in motion, breathing, alive. This work does not open toward a distant elsewhere but toward an intimate depth, where dreams are not an escape but a root. It reminds us that imagination is a subtle thread between the visible and the invisible, between the soul’s impulse and the breath of the world.