THE MEMORY OF THE SOUL

There is a place where the human world meets what has no name…

Violet shows the vortex of the soul’s memory, a spiral of return to the very essence of existence.

It is the colour of portals, of transformation, of an energy that knows more about us than we do.

At the centre white shines, like God’s first breath in a human being.

It is the “you” from before time, your subtle being, your pre-earthly awareness.
It looks like someone passing through a gate, yet not leaving… returning.

This is a painting of the return to one’s own Source.

It reminds you…

Who you were before you became a body.

Who you are when you take off all your earthly stories.

Where you return when you close your eyes.

Like the moment when the soul, before entering the body, still looks at the Light from which it came.

There are paintings that are not born only from a palette of paints, but from the memory of the soul…
This is one of them.

It is the energy of coming back to yourself.
To what is primordial.
To the part of you that knows no fear, no doubt and no weight of life.

There is a subtle energy there… like the echo of a former “I”, like a guide, like the whisper of the Higher Self.
She looks at the light, not in order to enter it.
She recognises it.

This painting is about the moment when something in us begins to remember.
About the moment when the soul says:

This is mine.

This is true.

This is me.

Made of silence and wonder.
Of breath.
Of a deep need to return to one’s own inner world.