Mon dernier rêve

Facing the vastness. The sky becomes sea and the sea becomes promise. A deep night dominates the canvas, crossed by a line of gold and ember at the horizon, the only light in this blue that still hesitates to rise. A painting born from that suspended moment when one rises again, when one chooses to keep one's last dream, the one no night can extinguish. Gold leaf, structural plaster, acrylic. Wabi-sabi. To paint the night. To sculpt the promise.