Violet Echo of Silence. 2025

Five silhouettes, like flowers forgotten by time.
They still reach for the light — but without meaning now, moving only by the inertia of memory.
Not growth, but a gesture of questioning.
Not striving — but residual hope…

The lilac sun here is no source of warmth, but a dim consciousness, coiling around the figures in spirals of forgotten causes.
Ashen-violet tones linger like the trace of a vanished heat — the blood of an idea, still warm, but already still.

This is a painting of melancholy disguised as light.
A shard of memory one longs to discard.
A sorrow without a deadline.
A hope that has faded in silence.

There is no answer — but the motion toward it still continues.