Adagio

In this painting, movement slows down as if to let each nuance resonate in the space of the gaze. Wide mauve waves surge and fold back with majestic slowness, like an adagio melody stretching into depth. Touches of gold, turquoise, and red then appear like fleeting accents, unexpected notes punctuating the gentleness of the rhythm. Broad gestures leave circular traces, whirlwinds where time seems to suspend itself, capturing the fragile instant between impulse and silence. Each curve seems to translate a breath, a vital sigh that expands and then dissolves into diffuse light. Improvisation here becomes a whisper, delicate, almost meditative, and yet always unpredictable. One thinks of arches, veils, or doors opening, inviting us to cross the threshold of abstraction to reach an inner depth. This painting then turns into appeasement, like music that rocks us and carries us elsewhere. And what if this adagio were not an ending, but the herald of a new beginning?