Two forms drift slowly through this expanse, ancient and weightless, carriers of something felt rather than spoken.
There’s a quiet dialogue unfolding here, shaped by the slow pulse of movement and the pull of unseen forces. Light filters through a cosmic landscape, echoing the structure of the Pillars of Creation, where stars take form and silence is full of meaning.
As with much of my work, this piece is about transformation—subtle, continuous, and often beyond our understanding. The messengers don’t speak, but they pass through, leaving behind a trace of something we recognize, even if we can't name it.