In Corde Coeli (25)

In this painting, a vast pink face emerges like a primal breath cutting through the original waters. The canvas glows with a turquoise light, while a radiant core of red and gold pulses like a heart taking shape. It feels like the very first beat—the one that, before any language, sets matter and spirit in motion. Around it, pigments both dissolve and gather, reflecting the dual nature of the Breath: a force that scatters and an energy that unites. A soft, pale yellow light illuminates this turmoil like a rising sun, carrying the promise of a world yet to be born. Every flow of ink, every glowing trace seems to breathe, inhale, and exhale, as if the canvas itself were alive. Shadow and color no longer oppose but converse in a subtle choreography—a union of the fleeting and the eternal. Is this not how everything begins: in the fragile yet irresistible surge of an invisible breath?