Original artwork description:

Echoes of an eternal space
acrylic painting on canvas / 60 x 60 cm / signed December 2025
This painting unfolds as a field of suspension, where matter hesitates and meaning disperses into resonance. It is shaped not through assertion, but through duration—through surfaces exposed to time until they begin to echo beyond themselves. What appears muted is not silence; it is vibration slowed to the point of stillness. A perennity that does not resist change, but moves through it.
Layers accumulate as traces of passage, recalling urban skins weathered by light, air, and human absence. Pigment behaves like matter encountered in transitional spaces—walls softened by rain, concrete absorbing memory, fragments of color persisting long after their origin has dissolved. Decay is not treated as disappearance, but as transformation: a quiet opening through which another order of beauty becomes perceptible.
The surface operates as a membrane between the immediate and the immeasurable. Marks do not describe events; they register exposure. Each layer carries the residue of another, forming a dialogue between erosion and continuity, between what collapses and what endures. In this way, the material world begins to suggest something larger than itself—an echo extending outward from the finite.
Within the restrained field, moments of warmth surface briefly, like distant signals. They do not interrupt the calm; they deepen it. These fragments function as reminders that even within entropy, energy persists—circulating, migrating, never entirely extinguished. The urban and the infinite touch quietly here, without hierarchy.
There is no horizon, no fixed scale. Depth emerges through veiling, through the slow negotiation between opacity and translucence. The painting does not demand entry; it allows attunement. It meets the viewer where perception loosens, where sensation becomes expansive and time feels suspended.
Here, time is neither linear nor monumental. It drifts, settles, reverberates. The act of painting becomes an act of searching—an exploration of matter as it passes, transforms, and opens toward something enduring. What remains is not an image, but a state: a space where surfaces carry echoes, and where the eternal is sensed through change.

Materials used:

acrylic painting on stretched canvas varnished

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