My Quest

In this painting a surge arises — irresistible. Not an escape, but a calling. Something within urges outward, toward vastness. A wing unfolds as a wide suspended promise, catching the light and offering its curve to the wind, like a prayer that has found its breath. Light catches and scatters across it, and the canvas becomes a threshold. At the heart of this dance, an immense white bird emerges, wings outstretched, messenger of an elusive elsewhere. Its plumage seems born from the breath of colours, as if it carried within itself the secret of origins. It cuts through space effortlessly, fragile, yet sovereign, messenger of a realm beyond sight. Each touch of paint becomes a marker, each breath a guide, each wingbeat an invitation to cross the unknown. The journey is no longer bound to the horizon; it widens into an inner quest where the wind reveals the hidden path. Yet does this great bird lead us toward infinity, or is it the mirror of our yearning for the absolute?