Vibrations. A shimmer of time. An all-connecting breath. A reminder of the present, a message from the past, or a glimpse of what is yet to come.
It is the rhythm of life. An intuition of the unsaid. The feeling of belonging, without barriers. A vibrating happiness of being in the truth.
The fine lines of colour give the vibrating impression of a bigger picture. Just like moments of presence create years.
The variation of the tone of colour makes every moment different from the other. Sometimes barely noticeable, sometimes radical.
Everything is constantly changing. Even the empty spaces between the fine lines are moments of nothingness that contain it all. Like the rhythm of breath in/out, day/night, those short breaks that make change possible.