De Profundis

From bluish abysses rises a call, a silent cry that traverses the depths to reach the light. Red and white lines, stretched like filaments of hope, spread through the heart of this inner ocean. They trace the trajectory of a prayer, fragile yet obstinate, that cleaves the darkness. “De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine”: from the depths of the soul rises a cry, like a song of exile turned toward the invisible. Here, dense blue is the weight of silences and intimate vertigos; yet the luminous surge breaking through reminds us that no night is eternal. The canvas then becomes confession and deliverance. It speaks of falling and rising again, of pain transmuted into offering. Between depth and ascension, it reveals that faith, hope, or simply the breath of life can always, even from the lowest point, lift itself toward infinity.