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A swirling vortex of warm shades, purple and aquamarine, photographed in the pulsing heart of the garden.
Here too, no calculation: the face surfaced on its own, guided solely by the circular and spontaneous movement of my hands upon the canvas.
It is a light breath, a vital sigh passing through raw matter and merging with the surrounding nature.
An imperfect piece celebrating the free flow of instinct.
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