In Corde Coeli (65)

A sky of gold bursts at the summit, radiating the canvas with a burning clarity. Within this solar light, magentas and purples spread in incandescent clouds, like embers carried away by the cosmic wind. Below, greens and turquoises unfold in living layers, resembling aquatic forests or meadows submerged in light. Forms branch into strange silhouettes, evoking at once trees, corals, and lightning frozen in matter. The eye travels through these fluid landscapes, wavering between earthly depth and celestial immensity. Every detail seems to breathe a mystery, as though the painted matter contained within it the memory of a world in the making. And if these incandescent landscapes were not so much places to contemplate as passages to cross, reminding us that light always opens paths where we once believed horizons were closed?