Flyover

I love that moment when, after an endless journey through the void, you finally see a horizon. The painting Flyover is about that split second when our mission first descends toward the surface, and we hold our breath as we watch what lies beneath.
Those two pink rockets are us—messengers from Earth, slicing through the silence of an alien atmosphere. Below us stretches a vibrant geometric map of the unknown. Blue, brown, and green areas form the order of a world that doesn't have a name yet. Why did I choose pink for the rockets? Because in that cold universe, we are the carriers of human playfulness and hope. It’s a story of that first look out of the ship's window, when fear finally gives way to pure excitement. In that moment, we no longer care about fuel or coordinates; we simply marvel at everything that might be living below.