A nebula of scarlet and lavender unfurls across the canvas, alive with a soft turbulence. Pink and violet spheres drift like strange celestial bodies, suspended in a sea of clouded translucence. The movement of color feels both molten and weightless, as if watching pigment bloom through silk underwater. Tiny imperfections—bubbles, droplets, and ink specks—puncture the smoothness, grounding the dreamlike flow in materiality. This piece feels like a moment of molecular chaos caught in repose: both dynamic and serene, brimming with latent energy.
