Trinnity

Description

This painting is my way of listening.
To the silence between facts.
To the dream-memory of a world that once believed in flying,
and then forgot what it meant.

It’s a still space, filled with suspended movement.
A kind of inner sky.
And sometimes, when I look at it, I feel like it’s not telling me

something new—but reminding me of something I already knew, long ago.
Something that was never really gone—just waiting to rise again in another form.