Caudal

A single gesture crosses all three meters: a cerulean current enters from one end over a still field of pearl and silver, knots itself at the center in arcs of turquoise and emerald — a dense ultramarine heart — and runs wide toward the other side, barely grazed by sparks of mustard. A blue can give life or expose what lies deep; this one does both — calm on the surface, all its depth held in the knot. It, too, began as a commission: a conversation about calm, about tones someone carried inside before they had names, turned here into current — made to flow into one precise space.