Threshold

Oil on canvas · 80 × 120 cm – Bali, Indonesia, 2026

“And it came to pass that, after the silence and the void, when the waters of chaos were stirred, the soul cried out from the deep. And wings like those of a dove were given unto it, to cross the abyss; and it was not consumed, but ascended in a boat of light toward the throne of the Most High.”

Psalm of the Ascension 4:8–9 (apocryphal)

There is a contemporary error that disguises itself as virtue: filling. Filling the day, the mind, the canvas, the conversation, the future. As if emptiness were a threat and not the condition of any true form. Without
space, there is no flight. Without silence, there is no rebirth. Only repetition.

In this work, silence is not represented: it is left. The lower part is intentionally virgin canvas. That
unpainted white is air, silence. From there emerges a figure that does not need to be defined. The
redemption it shows is a movement: crossing the void until something, still unnamed, detaches and rises
toward the light. Whoever does not cross that space does not elevate; they stay on the usual painted surface.