Odyssey

In this painting, in the blazing expanse, shapes emerge—horses of light, riders of eternity. They gallop above cosmic abysses. Their course draws circles, spirals of fire. It seems they carry souls towards the infinite. Each stride resounds like a silent thunder. Each bound rips through the night with its brilliance. This is an endless epic, a sacred journey. Flames become manes, sparks the golden hooves. Like the wise men, they move towards a star, promise of a distant shore. Their dance is memory, their momentum prophecy. They remind us that life is movement; that no fire ever truly dies—it transforms. In the universe, the Odyssey never ends. It begins anew with every spark.