Maybe this world doesn't have a lot of time left. So it's just the time to look for the Goldfish in the empty pool.

An endless weaving of forms, a search for images and evidence... perhaps it’s just mine, or our confusion is breaking free

Figures emerge as if from the depths of the subconscious. In the foreground — a pink female figure, faceless, suspended in a state of waiting or searching for herself. Around her — a layered, fragmented world: ghostly silhouettes, images from different eras, details that dissolve and reappear. Flashes of yellow, blue, and green evoke a sense of time and memory in motion. The space feels fluid, woven from dreams and recollections. It feels as though the canvas depicts an eternal quest for form, meaning, and new embodiment. This is not merely a female figure — it is an archetype, a symbol of the many faces of the Feminine principle, ever-renewing, ever-transforming from one state to another. She, the Eternal Woman, ever seeking a new shape to call her own.

Cold empty space, a fragile barely noticeable chair that it seems is about to disappear, depriving her of her only point of support... she is focused and collected, as if she has stopped breathing and held her heart in order to return balance, peace and acceptance to her gaze... In some parallel dimension, she has already turned into a flower sprouting roots in nothingness, in order to blossom again and incarnate inspite of the ethereal reality, incarnate with new strength and new hope... this time... as always.