Oil and mixed media, tracing paper,

200 cm H × 100 cm W,
Painted live, Saint Germain des Prés studio

This painting holds no center, no stillness. 

Romuald appears as if mid-transformation — his presence unraveling and repeating, like breath caught in motion. 

Deep blues anchor the composition, while ghosted faces flicker across the surface. 

There is no single pose, only a spiral of becoming.

Here, time doesn’t pass — it returns. 
Recharged.

“Time doesn’t pass. It spirals.”