Crossing Time

In this painting, an opening glimmers at the heart of the night. It appears as a doorway, or perhaps a threshold of light. The stars drift apart, as if to make way for the path. The sky becomes a corridor, vast and sacred. Each step is silence, each silence is a promise. One advances, carried by an invisible force. There is no fear, no turning back. Only the impulse to cross this mystery. The passage imposes nothing, it reveals. It tells that other worlds await. That the unknown is not emptiness, but plenitude. A new clarity unfolds, gentle and vivid. It draws us in like a breath, like a song. One knows that, beyond this threshold, nothing will ever be the same. The crossing opens the soul to infinity…