Atlantean Vertigo (1)

A vast whirl of shapes unfurls, like a wave striving toward the sky. The canvas seems caught between rising and falling, as if the sea, holding its breath, hesitated between momentum and surrender. Here, everything speaks of passage: a threshold to cross, a journey to undertake. The colors rise as liquid columns, evoking the sunken remnants of Atlantis. One almost perceives the outlines of a lost city, redrawn ceaselessly by the ever-shifting memory of the waters. The gaze is drawn in, carried into a vertigo that is not fear, but calling. It is an invitation to dive deeper, to descend into the heart of a marine mystery where the abyss turns into light. And in this suspension between two worlds, the soul discovers a silent truth: the depths too hold their own radiance.