A 70 x 50 cm canvas
The winds have fallen silent, but the canvas still vibrates.
The spirals, flashes, and undulations bear witness to the past tumult,
as if the colors themselves had danced in the storm.
Every trace, every point seems a memory of the force
that upended everything — and gave way to a new energy.
It is a world undergoing joyful reconstruction,
where chaos becomes rhythm, and disorder, poetry.
