The Eolian Stopover

In this painting, the horizon seems to dance under the impulse of marine winds. White sails rise toward the sky like fragile wings, carried by a diaphanous light that illuminates the way. Air and sea merge, leaving the eye wavering between elevation and surrender. Each breath of color becomes a passage to elsewhere, a stopover where the ephemeral is imbued with eternity. Here, the journey has no end: it is reborn with every pulse of the wind. And if the true harbor were not a place, but a suspended moment of grace?