Beneath the frozen surface, something is awakening.
In a fluid monochrome of blues and greens, with a touch of yellow like a distant light, a river seems to come to life, silent and alive.
The ice, white and textured, retains traces of the cold, but varnished cracks betray the transformation in progress.
The painting captures that fragile moment when the ice floe gives way, when the water resumes its course—a metaphor for returning to oneself, for what flows again after having been frozen.
It is a discreet, almost secret song of a world melting away to become movement again.
Reproduction of an original canvas, made with fluid acrylic and a knife.
