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Soft washes of lilac and violet carry the weight of silence, broken only by a bold black arc that anchors the composition. Splashes of yellow bloom like fragile suns, while scattered marks suggest the remnants of gestures half-erased, half-remembered. The canvas whispers of cycles, of beginnings, and the quiet persistence of renewal.

Fudda moves away from figuration into a realm of abstraction, exploring the purity of form and the delicate balance between emptiness and presence. The circle, eternal and unfinished, becomes a vessel for contemplation.

This work invites those who seek calm resonance in abstraction. A rare moment of stillness within Fudda’s otherwise expressive oeuvre, it offers collectors a contemplative piece that speaks in whispers rather than shouts.