AS CORDAS DO TEMPO

2026

Mixed media on canvas.

Gold leaf, charcoal and oil paint.

110 x 70cm.

How swiftly does sound travel when the strings hold time with such violence?

Neither skill nor the aeons we are given to learn how to create a melody truly matter. What matters is the space in which the mind becomes aware that time carries its own weight. Its measure or quality is irrelevant — it is simply time.

Try to create ethereal sounds that resonate through the broken string, reaching into nothingness. Let one life pass, or two, or thirty-six thousand; the harmony, beneath the weight of that which never stops, will continue to govern a small and fragile will.

“What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know; if I wish to explain it to one who asks, I do not know.”

Saint Augustine, Confessions, Book XI.