Liquid paint poured onto a canvas, without a predefined plan, without a clear vision of a finished artwork in mind. As if to let randomness, intuition, and the visual pleasure of discovering a painting create itself, take precedence over more rigid, structured, or planned daily tasks.

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The canvas tilts, leaning one way and then the other. The paint comes to life. It flows and deforms, gradually filling the space until it overflows beyond the frame. The colors dance and fuse, sometimes pushed by the painter’s breath or nudged by various objects.

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Time is running out. The streams of paint slow their frantic race across the canvas. The magma of pigments tires, searching for its final resting place. But it is the artist who decides when the movement stops, who chooses the position in which the paint will be frozen. Should the canvas be moved once more, at the risk of further distorting these interwoven waves of color-filled cells? Or should everything stop here, allowing time to take over and letting the exhausted paint rest as it deserves?

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The canvas is laid down again, motionless. Droplets of a thousand shades bead on its edges. They fall. They freeze, at last.

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An hour has passed.

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The paintings in this exhibition are inspired by nature, and by the fleeting forms and movements of the plant world, water, and fire.