Lux Aeterna

What if, after all, light were what remains? In this painting, it does not emerge from a single point, nor does it seem to belong to any identifiable celestial body. It flows. It travels across the canvas like a diffuse presence, moving from celestial blue to incandescent gold, from deep reds to turquoise mists, before disappearing into darkness only to be reborn elsewhere. The title, meaning “eternal light,” naturally gives the work a spiritual dimension. Throughout human history, light has accompanied our representations of what lies beyond us. It has symbolised knowledge, hope, divine presence, birth and eternity. And when we attempt to imagine the afterlife, it almost instinctively becomes the language of the invisible. Yet nothing is represented here. No paradise, no god, no figure gives eternity a face. Only light. It appears within darkness without ever abolishing it, as though one could not exist without the other. The black areas therefore become essential: they give the colours their depth and the luminous bursts their power. Darkness is no longer necessarily an absence. It might be the space in which light waits to reveal itself. This coexistence strangely echoes our own condition. We move through existence between clarity and uncertainty, between what we understand and everything that escapes us. We know that our presence on Earth is fleeting, yet something within us continues nevertheless to search for what might survive us. A memory. A work of art. A love. A trace left within the memory of those who remain. Perhaps eternity begins precisely there. Not in the impossible idea of holding back time, but in the mysterious ability of certain things to continue existing differently after we are gone. On the scale of the cosmos, this intuition takes on a particular resonance. A star may have disappeared long before its light still reaches our eyes. What we contemplate sometimes already belongs to the past, and yet it remains visible, present, almost alive. “Lux Aeterna” might therefore become a metaphor for this strange survival. A light whose source remains unknown. A presence travelling through the night. Something continuing its journey even though its origin may already have faded away. And if an afterlife exists, perhaps it resembles this: not a place we could describe, but a light that nothing could ever entirely extinguish.