Sous la surface, les contours se dissolvent et renaissent.
L’eau sculpte la lumière, mêlant chair et nuage, réel et illusion.
Dans ce ballet liquide, l’œil devine une présence, mais c’est l’imaginaire qui la révèle.
The lines of a majestic architecture dissolve into the shifting surface of water.
Hanging lights turn into intimate suns, drifting through an inverted world.
Between substance and reflection, this image blurs reality and invites a quiet contemplation, where the visible becomes pure poetry.
