Everything seems to echo one another without ever merging. The blue whispers of distance, wind, and waiting. Orange and yellow crackle, burst, and seek to set the space ablaze.
In the background, swirling lines; like thoughts, voices that dance, oppose and brush against each other.
It's a stormy encounter, a dialogue between fire and air, a fusion of opposites. A shifting, vibrant duality, where balance hangs in the balance.
Reproduction of an original canvas, made in acrylic.
