Nantai rises like a terrestrial ridge, arched under the weight of silence and time. This immense form, mountain, island, or shell, seems to hold within it a buried force, a mineral memory untouched by time.
Dark, almost abyssal tones are punctuated by luminous points, like fine grasses or feathers emerging from stone. The work vibrates with a restrained tension, balanced between stability and inner propulsion, as if the earth itself were breathing slowly beneath the surface.
In this nocturnal, monumental vision, everything evokes a world on the verge of waking: the shiver of a dormant volcano, the undulation of an undersea world, or the spine of a millennial creature. Nothing erupts here. Nantai waits, it whispers.
It is a landscape of threshold, a horizontal elevation, poised between rock and sky, between apparent stillness and the subtle vibration of what is about to emerge.
- Drawing created from a blank canvas with no used of photography