What Dreams Are Made Of (7)

In this painting, light bursts forth like an invisible spring, carried by a vertical breath that pierces through matter. Colors rise, fluid and vibrant, in a dialogue between inner fire and soothing water. Incandescent orange and translucent turquoise meet, embrace, and resist each other, creating a fragile alchemy where dreams take shape. The substance seems to float, suspended in the moment, between heaven and earth. Each stroke evokes an ascension, an inner movement striving to break free from gravity. One perceives the trembling of the soul, hesitating between impulse and restraint, between the call of infinity and earthly roots. This tension becomes a silent music, a vibration of a heart reaching upward. The work does not describe an image; it reveals a presence: that of a dream being born. It reminds us that beauty often lies in what escapes, in what refuses to be held. And if the true essence of dreams was not to be fulfilled, but simply to awaken within us the longing to rise higher?