The Blossoming Of Life (226)

In this painting, life seems to burst from a primordial glow. Colors erupt like songs—fiery reds, solar yellows, and deep blues—evoking the genesis of a world still becoming. The ink, both fluid and vibrant, traces the veins of awakening matter. One senses the power of a creative breath—the one that separates light from shadow and gives form to the unseen. Petals unfold like wings, opening onto boundless space. Each hue breathes, each stain pulses like a newborn heart. All here speaks of beginnings, of a return to the source. And could rebirth simply mean learning to see once more?