A storm does not ask if you are ready. It comes, destroys, transforms. And then — it leaves.
And this moment remains. Not yet peace — but no longer chaos. The darkness still clings to the earth, gripping it with dense, volcanic roots. But above — space. Bright, vast, boundless. Light that no longer fights to survive. It simply is.
This painting is not about the storm. It is about what comes after. About the first breath. About the moment when the body still remembers the pain, but the eyes can already see the horizon.
Painted directly with bare hands — dark structures pressed and scraped from the depths of the canvas, brightness rising above them like a promise. Every fingerprint a record of passage — from one world into another.
For those who have survived their storm and now stand in that first, trembling light.
Acrylic, modeling paste, mixed media. Painted entirely with fingers.
Acryl & mixed media on canvas
55 x 75 cm / 22 x 30 in
750 € / 800 $