May Is Blowing (9)

This painting seems traversed by an invisible breath, a surge of light carrying the colors in its dance. The striations unfurl like gentle gusts, dispersing pigments in an airy vibration. Everything opens, everything breathes. Pinks and violets entwine with solar yellows, while the turquoises brighten, evoking the sky of a spring morning. Red, intense yet softened, becomes here a spark carried by the wind, a beating heart within the moving air. The knife carves broad furrows that seem to capture the invisible passage of air. One could almost hear the rustle of wings, feel the freshness of a May breeze upon the skin. The matter, though dense, manages to suggest lightness, as if the painting itself were transformed into respiration. Within this pictorial breath, Eden is no longer a fixed garden but a shifting space, traversed by light and dreams. The viewer is invited to surrender to it, to be carried along, like a leaf dancing in the wind.