




The artist stands before his mammoth canvas in a paint-splattered smock. Gazing intensely, he loads his brush with vivid paints - vermillion, cobalt, emerald. With sweeping gestures, he begins to layer and blend, colors dripping down the white fabric. He works in a frenzy, possessed by his muse. Great swaths of paint are applied and then carved into with a palette knife. Rivulets of pigment run down the canvas, still wet and shimmering. He steps back, examining the impressions left by chance. As the paint drips dry, an amorphous landscape emerges - fluid forms and hazy figures coming together in abstract harmony. The once pristine canvas disappears under a world of the artist's making. He nods, satisfied, then turns to prepare his tools for the next act of creation. This is his art - as ephemeral as life itself.