"To exist is to create."
The color rises like ancient walls: turquoise and magenta guard the passage, while pink and blue glazes vibrate like distant echoes. An orange cut interrupts the vertical breath: it is not a boundary, but an invitation to go beyond, as if the horizon itself were a portal. The oblique lines, drawn dry, are scratches of memory, marks left by those who tried to cross. The canvas does not show, it suggests: we find ourselves before the threshold, and only those who accept to cross it will discover what it holds.