The Pontifex

Between two invisible shores, a path of light rises. It is not made of stone nor of metal, but of mists, of gleams, and of silences. The “Pontifex” is neither king nor pope! It evokes only a “bridge”: that fragile and eternal passage where the soul learns to cast off the weight of flesh to enter the infinite. The worlds are not separated: they gaze at one another through a veil. Life and death are not opposed: they entwine like dawn and dusk. In this painting, one imagines the gentle flames of passage, the watchful stars standing as guardians, and the golden glow that does not judge but welcomes, a promise of dwelling beyond borders. The Pontifex does not promise forgetfulness; it assures continuity. For to cross this bridge is not to vanish: it is to enter another breath. The Pontifex is the secret arch between tears and peace, between farewell and reunion, between the shadow of an ending and the radiance of a new beginning. In every star that keeps watch in the distance shines the memory of those who have crossed. And in the heart of the beholder grows the certainty that no one ever truly dies…