The mountain whispering in the air Acrylic

The mountain whispering in the air
acrylic on canvas / 60 x 60 cm / signed and dated December 2025
There are moments when a mountain seems to forget its weight, when ancient stone loosens its hold on the earth and begins to rise—not out of defiance, but out of a quiet longing. In that suspended breath between form and dissolution, the mountain becomes a whisper, an echo of everything it has carried across centuries. The Mountain Whispering into the Air inhabits this threshold, where solidity unravels into color and color dissolves into a pulse beyond language—an inner territory I continually explore as I contemplate the subtle phenomena of erosion and transformation.
The warm, fractured reds reveal the mountain’s smoldering heart, pushing outward like embers that refuse to fade. These tones speak of pressure, fire, and countless silent midnights. For years I have observed how terramorphisms, traces of the mundane, and micro-erosions carved by time leave their imprint on matter; in them I recognize the same type of memory that pulses through this painting. Above, the air grows pale and weightless, as if the mountain’s breath were thinning into mist, allowing its spirit to drift free.
A cascade of blues and greens flows downward, carrying fragments of sky back toward the earth. They shimmer like vegetal dreams—those subtle rhythms of growth and decay I endlessly investigate, the cycles through which life continually reshapes itself. Here, movement overtakes mass, and what once felt immovable becomes fluid, surrendering to the gentlest pull of air. It is the same transformation I search for in my work: the passage from material to immaterial, from form to vibration.
Thin white streaks descend like memory passing through layers of time, lifting veils and revealing the hidden currents beneath stillness. Through them, the painting breathes—slowly, deeply, caught between remaining and becoming. Light travels these vertical traces as though searching for the mountain’s true voice. In their texture, I recognize the same fragile tension that fascinates me in natural structures: delicacy and force coexisting in a single gesture.
In the darker regions, a quiet presence takes shape—not human, yet unmistakably alive. It witnesses the mountain’s unbinding, listening as it releases its soft confession into the air. Here, color becomes thought and shadow becomes language. Nothing is accidental; everything contributes to the mountain learning to speak beyond silence. As a seeker of meaning, of subtlety, of essence, I find in this process a reflection of my own artistic search: the attempt to reveal what lies beyond the visible.
Thus, the entire work becomes a moment of ascension: a world shedding its boundaries, a whisper rising through layers of wind, a form discovering its own spirit. The mountain does not crumble and does not fade—it transforms. It lifts itself into the air, carrying centuries of murmured stories and letting them scatter like luminous dust across an unseen sky.