The Weight of a Golden Dot
- Karenina Fabrizzi
- Sep 9
- 2 min read
On this series of paintings, bouquets of white and pink flowers appear, tenderly brushed with soft hints of blue and pale yellow.
Their tones intermingle like a quiet symphony, subtle yet deeply evocative, as though time itself has paused to cradle these fragile visions.
The viewer is invited to linger, to breathe more slowly, and to surrender to suspended moments of stillness and grace.
The flowers rise with poised elegance, fragile in their outer form yet carrying within them a quiet, undeniable strength.
Each petal seems to whisper of transience, yet together they radiate permanence—an eternal beauty that endures beyond the fleetingness of their bloom.
At the heart of these compositions lies a recurring golden dot, slightly displaced, almost precarious in its position. And yet, paradoxically, it holds each piece in balance.
This small but luminous presence introduces a gentle tension that, instead of disturbing the harmony, resolves it into a higher state of flow. The gold is at once rupture and unifier, imbalance and equilibrium.
It reminds us that true stability rarely comes from perfect symmetry but often emerges from the unexpected, the irregular, the humble elements that ground and complete us.
These bouquets become more than arrangements of flowers; they transform into allegories of being. Their fragile stems and luminous petals extend an invitation to reflect on the hidden strength within delicacy, and on the transformative power of living authentically.
The flowers do not aspire to be anything other than what they are. They simply exist in their truth—without masks, without pretenses, without the burden of becoming something else. In their purity of being, they reveal the essence of life itself.
Nature, in its quiet wisdom, teaches this lesson with a voice that is soft yet unyielding. It points us back to what truly matters: the profound clarity of presence, the beauty of simplicity, and the freedom of alignment with our essence. All the rest—the noise, the distractions, the layers of superficiality—fades into mere decoration.
In this way, the series offers not only visions of beauty but also meditations on existence. They create spaces where fragility and resilience are not opposites but companions, where stillness is alive with possibility, and where the act of simply being becomes a source of strength.
Viewers are invited to pause, to quiet the rush of time, and to rediscover the delicate yet unbreakable flow that lies at the core of life itself.
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