Tempus Fugit (Runaway Time)

In this painting, the sky is set ablaze by an elusive motion. Colours stream past like hurried comets. Each flash seems to whisper, “Hurry on.” For time flows, fluid and irreversible, Slipping between one’s fingers like luminous sand. No one can stop it, no one can hold it back. It sweeps away each moment, yet grants momentum too. To move forward is to accept its passage. Every second becomes ember or seed. Every breath a treasure to be gathered. Within this surge, a lesson reveals itself: Nothing lasts, and yet all endures. Time flees, but it engraves traces of eternity. Within the infinite, it merges into memory. Time is flying, yet the soul learns to awaken.