The Path of Gold

I stood at the edge of the unknown, staring into the vast abyss of deep blue—not just a color, but a depth, a silence, an uncharted space. It stretched before me like an ocean at midnight, its surface calm, concealing the stories it carried beneath.

At first, all I could see was the darkness. The weight of time, the uncertainty of steps not yet taken. But then, a flicker—faint, distant, almost uncertain in its existence. A sliver of gold, winding like a whisper, like a breath, like something calling without words. It was not a road laid out for me; it was a direction, a possibility.

I followed.

Each step forward blurred the line between myself and the path. The closer I came, the more I felt it shift—was I reaching for the light, or was the light becoming me? The gold was imperfect, fractured, but that made it real. No journey is smooth, no transformation without its breaks and edges. Yet, the cracks did not diminish its brilliance. They made it stronger, more human.

And as I stood at its heart, I realized—the gold had never been leading me anywhere. It had simply been revealing what was already within me.

The making of the journey

This piece is more than layers of color; it is a story written in texture, depth, and contrast. The foundation is sculpted from white cement, a raw and unpredictable medium that sets the stage for the journey—its roughness mirroring the uneven roads we walk. Over this, layers of deep blue acrylic are poured, sinking into the crests and valleys, creating an ocean of shadows and reflections.

A pool of resin washes over it, sealing time within its glass-like surface. The resin does not erase what lies beneath—it magnifies it, preserving every ridge and imperfection, much like memories frozen within us. It plays with light, shifting and distorting, just as perspectives change with time.

And then, the final touch—the gold foil. Applied with delicate precision, it carves its own path through the blue, shimmering against the stillness, leading yet never dictating. The gold is not perfect; it cracks, it shifts, it breaks in places. Because true transformation is never seamless, and beauty is often found in the fractures.

This is not just art. It is a reflection, a passage, a quiet invitation to step forward.

So, tell me—where does your gold path lead?