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An immense turquoise green, vibrating, almost a dream become matter. It fills the entire space, it breathes.

Below, the deep black. The floor of the world, the one that reminds us that everything falls back, that everything settles.

Between the two, a fine line of gold surfaces. A trembling frontier, sewn with rust and light. The line where dreams hold themselves, neither quite in the sky, nor quite in the earth.

Hold on to your dreams. Do not let them slip toward the darkness. The light is there, beneath the turquoise, waiting to be seen.

Matter, structural plaster, acrylic, gold leaf. Wabi-sabi. To paint the dream. To sculpt the frontier.