In the vortex of colors dancing together, faces, shadows, light presences emerge. Yellow that sings, blue that sighs, green that vibrates, orange that admires.Brushstrokes thick as deep thoughts intertwine in gestures, in fertile moments. There is no boundary between body and background, everything is movement, everything is world.Figures that fade, like dreams in the morning, in a fresco that pulsates, alive and divine. Perhaps it is a crowd, perhaps it is a memory, but every glance is a journey, every step is a harmony.A painting that does not speak, but whispers emotions, that shows not faces, but a thousand visions. And in the abstract embrace of color and time, the soul of a slow moment lies hidden.