These days, the studio smells like waiting.
Eight new canvases are taking shape, split into two quartets that speak of different silences.
SILENCE AMONG THE FLOWERS digs among petals and shadows, where flowers are not just color, but pauses, sighs, suspended instants.
SILENCE AMONG THE WAVES listens to the sea, waves that don’t shout but breathe, swell, break softly, like thoughts that refuse to become words.
I won’t show anything yet, not now.
I want imagination to paint before I do: for you to wonder what shape silence takes when it’s born from a flower or from a wave.
#art
These days, the studio smells like waiting.
Eight new canvases are taking shape, split into two quartets that speak of different silences.
SILENCE AMONG THE FLOWERS digs among petals and shadows, where flowers are not just color, but pauses, sighs, suspended instants.
SILENCE AMONG THE WAVES listens to the sea, waves that don’t shout but breathe, swell, break softly, like thoughts that refuse to become words.
I won’t show anything yet, not now.
I want imagination to paint before I do: for you to wonder what shape silence takes when it’s born from a flower or from a wave.
#art
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