Ode On The First Light

In this painting, before the day unfolds, a fragile clarity rises. It does not come from the sun, but from the heart of the stars. A first breath travels through the expanse. It caresses the night, still asleep. Colours are born like promises. Each shimmer becomes a note, each sparkle a song. It is the pure moment, when all begins anew. When the universe, in wonder, welcomes the newborn light. An eternal dawn, both first and last.