The Ancient Greek word for the moment that cannot be measured by a clock.
Life is not remembered in years.
It is remembered in moments.
Between one heartbeat and the next, entire worlds can change. A glance. A decision. A breath. A farewell. These are the fleeting fragments that quietly shape our lives. They arrive without warning.
Every moment is born only to vanish. What remains is not the moment itself, but the feeling it leaves behind.
This painting is not about time.
It is about the moments that give time its meaning.
