In Corde Coeli (27)

This painting unfolds like a suspended dream, where gold, green and pink converse in diaphanous light. One perceives what could be an underwater forest, bathed in sunbeams filtered through a liquid stained glass. Crimson and fuchsia flares burst into corollas, like improbable flowers born from the breath of the depths. Gold, like a precious vein, winds between the colourful masses, linking violet shadow and yellow clarity, as if the painting were tracing an intimate map of the invisible. Nothing is fixed here: every contour dissolves, every hue breathes, entwines, metamorphoses. Everything appears to float in a liminal state, halfway between mineral and vegetal, sky and ocean, waking and dreaming. Is this a fragment of a lost Eden, or the outline of a world yet to be imagined? And what if this painting were simply an invitation to remember our own inner landscapes, those we have never truly stopped dreaming?