Number #2 - Splash 35x25 cm

Long before time was measured, there was a planet that learned how to feel.
It did not rotate in silence like the others. It listened.

On one side, the universe whispered—dark, endless, scattered with fragile stars that were born and disappeared without ever being remembered. On the other side, the planet burned with color. Green flowed like thought, yellow pulsed like hope, and deep blue carried memories of oceans that had never been touched by hands.

This planet was unfinished.
It was still becoming itself.

Every splash on its surface was a choice, every swirl a moment of change. The stars watched from a distance, unable to interfere, only reflect its light. Some say the planet grew brighter each time it dared to transform. Others believe it was absorbing the dreams of the universe, turning them into energy.

The thin white edge between space and the planet was not a border—it was a decision. A reminder that creation always stands between darkness and color.

And somewhere in the silence, the planet continued to evolve, glowing louder than the stars, proving that even in an infinite void, life can choose to be vivid.