The overall background is sky blue. But this is not merely the color of the sky. The blue is covered with a thin, glazed layer of yellow, and as a result, the entire painting begins to breathe with solar warmth. As if someone quietly says: you are under My protection. Do not strain. Simply act. My truth moves through your hands.

On the left side of the canvas, textured circles and semicircles can be traced. They are not closed — they are in motion, they are searching, they are ready to connect.

Right in the middle of the canvas is a large white rectangle. But the white is not alone: within it live shades of blue, yellow, turquoise. It resembles the sky, water, people — everything that constitutes life. White is the most abundant, and it is very textured. This is the foundation. This is what everything rests upon.

Over the white, there is blue again, but now with clear hints of sky and water. And at the bottom of the white rectangle, the same blue builds a road. Lines lead directly to the right corner of the white square. One gets the impression of a straight road leading somewhere into the distance, toward the light. Not winding. Not doubting. Simply straight.

The right part of the canvas is divided into two planes. Blue — with its own separate perspective, receding into its own depth. And orange, which transitions into light green toward the heights, and it has its own perspective. On the orange, a human figure is clearly visible. They are not standing. They are flying. Upward, toward that very lightness that once seemed unattainable.

The entire canvas is marked with lines — blue, dark blue, white, green. They are not chaotic; they create movement. And despite the weighty forms, the entire canvas is very airy. Light. Air can be felt.

And when there is air — there is space. And when there is space — you can breathe. And when you breathe — you want to live. And to rejoice. And to be near. Simply to be. And that is enough.And later… we will see.

This painting is about what happens when the black recedes.Blue once again becomes the sky, and yellow becomes the warmth that says: you are under protection, simply act. The white rectangle in the center is that very clarity that comes when you stop being heavy for another. The road, built by color and lines, leads directly toward the light. No need to search, no need to guess — it is there.The figure on orange flies upward. Not because everything has been resolved. But because space for flight has appeared.

We talked — and everything became light. Not because everything was resolved. But because we stopped being heavy for each other.Clarity appeared. Clarity of the path.And this, perhaps, is the main thing.