The Roots of Heaven

There are roots that do not plunge into the earth, but soar toward the sky. This canvas reflects them: luminous surges, rising like columns of color, remind us that our anchors are not only material. These “celestial roots” are the invisible bonds that connect every being to infinity, to an origin greater than itself. They do not nourish our bodies, but our souls; they do not cling to clay, but unfold in the azure. This painting invites us to rethink what it means to be rooted: what if true stability lay in finding one’s place between earth and sky, in that impulse which binds the two? Then man becomes an inverted tree, whose roots seek the light, and whose sap feeds on transcendence. A radiant metaphor for a quest that transcends the visible horizon.