Imagine a painting that seems to apologize for its ephemerality, for the magical moment that has slipped away from reality. The canvas depicts a city covered in the shimmering evening sunset, but not all is calm on the horizon. You can almost hear the digital networks crackling, breaking threads, when the painting suddenly freezes in anticipation. And it seems that here it is - that fine line between the real and the imaginary, felt like an electric discharge during a thunderstorm.
The observer soars above the chaos of an artificial forest - these are the roofs of multi-story buildings, like extinct ears of corn, swaying anxiously under the onslaught of an invisible wind. Here, at eye level near the sky, shadows and light dance in an exquisite waltz. As if hanging in the air, you feel all the lightness and fatality of the moment. The painting calls to follow, inviting you to become part of this ephemeral world, born of the secret of error, but hiding within itself something more than just an inaccessible link to the image.