Earliest Recollections

There exists a memory not written on stone, nor in the books of men. It is a memory of stars, woven of glimmers and breaths, of moments fragile yet eternal. This painting seeks to reveal them. Radiant mists, filaments of light seem to drift like reminiscences from an elsewhere our earthly eyes cannot know. They are memories of the Beyond. They do not tell linear stories, but pure emotions, subtle presences. They recall the caress of a beloved who has passed, the warmth of a voice heard in a dream, the fleeting certainty that we are never alone. These memories do not fade: they cross the veils of time. They visit us in our silences, like a gentle breeze brushing against the soul. And if at times we perceive them, it is because we too come from there. The Beyond is not foreign: it is our origin and our horizon. Thus, to contemplate this canvas is to remember what we have always known: the light that awaits us there is already within us, and our lives are but the continuation of an eternal journey.