Pneuma, The Soul of The World

At the center of the canvas rises a white bird, a timeless dove, messenger of the heights. It cleaves the space with luminous grace, its wings ignited by the blaze vibrating behind it. This fire is not destructive: it is a source, a primordial flame, burning like a universal heart. Around it, the sky unfolds in turquoise, green, and blue, as if to remind us that infinity was conceived in an invisible breath. Pneuma is this creative breath, this sacred respiration that precedes the act, the shiver of intention before matter appears. The painting speaks of a world shaped not by chance, but by an intimate will—mysterious and benevolent. The bird, bearer of the Spirit, embodies faith in that original breath which binds every being to the universe. Thus, the canvas becomes a meditation on genesis and harmony: each color, each pictorial surge reminds us that we were born of a breath, and that this breath continues to move through us.