ETERNAL MOMENT — First breath on canvas.
Sometimes the beginning feels stormy, tangled, almost hostile.
But then, stroke after stroke, the storm softens, and the image lets itself unfold — and everything falls into place.
I choose skies and horizons not for what they show, but for what they hide: moments that belong to no one, suspended between light and dark, between going and staying.
Every time I paint a sunset or a sunrise, I am not copying a landscape — I am chasing that precise feeling, that knot in your stomach that tells you that the world, for a moment, has stopped to look with you.
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Sometimes the beginning feels stormy, tangled, almost hostile.
But then, stroke after stroke, the storm softens, and the image lets itself unfold — and everything falls into place.
I choose skies and horizons not for what they show, but for what they hide: moments that belong to no one, suspended between light and dark, between going and staying.
Every time I paint a sunset or a sunrise, I am not copying a landscape — I am chasing that precise feeling, that knot in your stomach that tells you that the world, for a moment, has stopped to look with you.
#art #artstr #isolabellart