Valeria Acrylic Abstract Painting

A veil of vertical strata descends like weathered curtains of time, where smoky charcoals and mossy greens above dissolve into a radiant undertow of saffron, blush, and pale fire. The composition’s insistently downward pull—streaked, scraped, and softly bleeding—turns paint into gravity, suggesting memory as something that cannot be held, only allowed to run. Light gathers in thin, almost spectral columns, creating the sensation of an unseen architecture behind the surface, as if a landscape and an interior mood are merging at the threshold. In this quiet erosion of edges, the work becomes a meditation on transition: dusk into dawn, certainty into shimmer, silence into afterglow.