In The Flighty Wind

In this painting, colors burst into light sprays, as if the breath of the wind were scattering ribbons of silk across the azure sky. Reds, pinks, and oranges bend and unfold, swirling in a joyful dance where gravity seems abolished. The composition embraces the lightness of an unpredictable movement, that of a gust sweeping everything away without caring for what it leaves behind. Here, the wind becomes a messenger of freedom, a capricious breath reminding us of the fleeting nature of the moment and the beauty of letting go. The work invites us to smile at the unexpected, to welcome disorder as a chance to be reborn at every turn. Is it not within the frivolous play of the wind that the sweetest harmony is sometimes found?