The Blossoming Of Life (112)

In this painting, a magenta bouquet rises like a word at dawn. Deep greens form a fertile base while translucent leaves slide like wings. Pale, moving ink halos suggest bubbles of oxygen—memories of the sea within a garden of sky. Gestures are broad yet contained, giving the outburst a measured grace. One senses a circulating breath linking the dark, sap-rich center to luminous edges. The work speaks of passage—from hidden to open, from intimate to praise. Everything breathes attentiveness, gratitude, promise. What if awakening began with this simple motion: opening without losing oneself?