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Voyage Immobile
80 × 100 cm.
The day fades. The Mediterranean barely breathes. This blue, the one that precedes the night, still keeps the memory of the sun.
The night announces itself. The horizon surfaces like a line of gold, discreet, almost a murmur. One thinks one sees the sea. Above all one sees the silence that covers it.
It is that suspended moment when everything stops. The gaze departs, the body remains. The light does the rest.
The matter keeps what the gesture laid down, and the gold watches over. It does not invite one to leave. It offers to stay.
Matter, structural plaster, acrylic, gold leaf. Wabi-sabi. To paint the blue hour. To sculpt the stillness.
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