Enveloped by the Fiction of Time in the Embrace of Conception

acrylic/silverleaf & crystal iluminescent paint on wood panel.
94cm x 113cm.
Framed in a wide silver frame. No glass.
Note how the painting looks in the darkness.

This painting is an invocation—a visual spell cast into the ether, where time dissolves into myth and creation pulses at the edge of becoming.

At its core floats a moon-like face, ancient and androgynous, bearing the gaze of eternity. It watches not with judgment, but with knowing. Is it the soul before birth? The observer beyond time? Or the mirror of the viewer themselves? Encircled by molten crescents—part womb, part cosmic arms—it is held, as if in the quiet breath before form takes shape.

The midnight indigo sky is a primordial sea, rich with mystery and motion. Into this void sweep calligraphic streams of gold and silver—vortexes of intent, strands of light weaving through the unseen lattice of existence. These gestures are not random; they are filaments of fate, memories not yet lived, or perhaps remnants of a birth long past.

Two fluid, opposing forms arc around the central sphere—yin and yang, parent and embryo, conception and dissolution. They speak of duality unified, of the moment spirit wraps itself in skin, choosing to forget in order to remember again.

Enveloped by the Fiction of Time in the Embrace of Conception is a meditation on incarnation, mystery, and the illusion of linearity. It reminds us that time is not a line but a spiral, that we are not born once but endlessly, and that in every beginning is already the echo of return.