A thin web of lines crosses the space like a network of connections between galaxies, thoughts and moments. On this background abstract forms blossom, either flowers or flashes of consciousness.
This canvas is not just an image, but a visual meditation on the nature of being.
Where does matter end and spirit begin?
Where are we - in the center or in the flow?
Look - each white shape is like a frozen thought. Each line is like a crack in the surface of time.
And it all begins to resonate with the architecture of the space. It's as if the house and the painting are having a dialog:
“You are order.”
“And I am the infinity within.”
I love to see work become part of life - not a museum, not a gallery, but the living energy of a home.
The Tapestry of the Universe is not about decoration. It's about presence. It looks. It is silent. She knows.
