âA wind of solitudeâ
a silent, poignant scene: a man sitting on a chair, alone in the middle of nowhere. The space around him is vast, almost infinite, as if he is suspended between reality and emptiness. He holds a sunflower gently in his hands, its stem slightly bent, its petals still carrying a soft glow. But all around him, other petals fall, carried away by an invisible wind, disappearing into the void.
The colors are melancholicâmuted blues and grays in the sky, a neutral or abstract ground with no clear sense of place. The manâs presence feels fragile, as if he, too, could fade at any moment. The sunflower, often a symbol of warmth and life, now seems to embody solitudeâa quiet companion in an endless, empty world.
