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Respire is an immersive meditation in chlorophyll tones and aqueous blues—a layered symphony of breath and growth. Organic curves overlap in soft gradients, resembling gills, leaves, or the undulating rhythms of tide and wind. The composition is simultaneously dense and breathable, inviting the viewer to slow down and dwell within its rhythm.
The piece suggests a living ecosystem in motion: pale turquoise washes press against deeper forest hues, like sunlight filtering through layers of kelp or canopy. The transparency of forms evokes the permeability of nature and spirit—everything touching, blending, and coexisting in flux.
At the heart of the piece lies a submerged terrain—suggestive of stones under running water or the weathered skin of the earth itself. The layering builds depth and resilience, a reminder of how life is shaped not by a single moment, but by accretion and erosion over time.
In Respire, there are no hard edges—only thresholds. It offers the sensation of being cradled in a green world, where breath is rhythm, and stillness is not silence but song.
Respire is an immersive meditation in chlorophyll tones and aqueous blues—a layered symphony of breath and growth. Organic curves overlap in soft gradients, resembling gills, leaves, or the undulating rhythms of tide and wind. The composition is simultaneously dense and breathable, inviting the viewer to slow down and dwell within its rhythm.
The piece suggests a living ecosystem in motion: pale turquoise washes press against deeper forest hues, like sunlight filtering through layers of kelp or canopy. The transparency of forms evokes the permeability of nature and spirit—everything touching, blending, and coexisting in flux.
At the heart of the piece lies a submerged terrain—suggestive of stones under running water or the weathered skin of the earth itself. The layering builds depth and resilience, a reminder of how life is shaped not by a single moment, but by accretion and erosion over time.
In Respire, there are no hard edges—only thresholds. It offers the sensation of being cradled in a green world, where breath is rhythm, and stillness is not silence but song.