Fruit of the Ether floats in a dreamy blue expanse, where orbs of citrus orange, honey yellow, bubblegum pink, and leafy green radiate like otherworldly fruit suspended in water—or perhaps in air. Each vibrant core is encircled by dapples of white and emerald, as if haloed by light or consciousness. The composition hums with movement, yet holds a meditative stillness at its center.
This piece evokes the sensation of drifting through a weightless space where perception becomes play. Is it botanical? Celestial? Subatomic? The ambiguity invites viewers to interpret it through their own symbolic lenses—each color pulsing with life, nourishment, and mystery.
Fruit of the Ether floats in a dreamy blue expanse, where orbs of citrus orange, honey yellow, bubblegum pink, and leafy green radiate like otherworldly fruit suspended in water—or perhaps in air. Each vibrant core is encircled by dapples of white and emerald, as if haloed by light or consciousness. The composition hums with movement, yet holds a meditative stillness at its center.
This piece evokes the sensation of drifting through a weightless space where perception becomes play. Is it botanical? Celestial? Subatomic? The ambiguity invites viewers to interpret it through their own symbolic lenses—each color pulsing with life, nourishment, and mystery.