A light and serene background supports an almost airy composition. Soft stains in ochre and gray tones slide across the surface without imposing themselves. Some strokes seem suspended, as if time itself had paused. White occupies the center with absolute presence, creating a meaningful void.
This work confronts us with the void as a starting point. In Inhala, there is no story to tell and no ending to reach. Only the suspended instant where consciousness begins to inhabit the body. It is a painting that does not demand, only suggests: to be, to breathe, to exist without expectation. It is the calm of recognizing oneself in what is simple and essential.
