It was as if the sky, gradually turning pink, was telling us to calm down, to slow our pace. It was time to stop in this plain, as the night spilled over the plateau.
Without knowing it, we had set up our tents in a prehistoric cemetery. What lay strangely beneath our feet, beneath the moss growing over mounds of stones? The indifferent moon rose into the sky, appearing larger than I had ever seen it. That night, I felt in harmony with all the elements around me.
And yet, I knew the fracture. A shiver ran through me, for in the distance, on the horizon, I could clearly see someone standing.
Something unsettled me, but I closed my eyes.
Acrylic paint on linen canvas
116 x 73 cm (45.7 x 28.7 inches)
December 2023