The changing sky

There are days when I look up and, stopping to observe, realize that the sky isn't the same as a moment ago. It changes shape, color, intensity. Sometimes it's clear, other times traversed by light clouds that seem to race, or by compact, gray masses that move slowly. There's the dawn that delicately ushers in the new day, and the sunset that closes it with warm hues, like an embrace.

Observing the sky is an exercise that has always accompanied me. Not only because it offers beauty, but because it reminds me that everything is transformation. That constant change becomes an invitation to not stand still, to let yourself be surprised. The white, light and soft clouds, or the darker, denser ones, have the ability to make my thoughts travel: sometimes I get lost in them, other times I let myself be carried away without resistance.

This upward gaze is also a source of inspiration. In my artistic journey, I find in the ever-changing sky the same need for inner movement: art, like the sky, is never the same, but evolves, transforms, and renews itself.

The sky is a horizon that cannot be possessed, but only contemplated. Perhaps this is precisely its strength: reminding me that my thoughts, like clouds, can disperse to make room for new shapes, new colors, new visions.