Garden of “WHITE” Over Black: The Edge of Desire

Garden of “WHITE” Over Black is a map of DESIRE.

The painting begins in dispersion: a field of small, almost breathing blossoms scattered over a breathing ground. Each circular flare of “white” is a TINY PULSE… a possibility, a body, a mouth, an encounter that could happen but hasn’t happened yet. 

The whole surface feels like an AERIAL VIEW OF OPTIONS: tenderness everywhere, open invitations everywhere, soft signals calling without speaking.

The flowers are not resting on DARKNESS; they are erupting from it. Each little burst of light is a moment where something PRIMAL manages to reach the surface.

Then something changes.

From the left, a triangular force cuts across the garden. It is not background. It is trajectory. It enters the painting the way a decision enters a QUIET MIND: sharply, clearly, unapologetically.

That triangle is PURE LUST.

It is the TREE of DESIRE… with an agenda.

It is the moment you stop being “OPEN TO ANYTHING” and SECRETLY want something very specific.

Inside it, fine lines vibrate like nerves under skin, like the restless concentration of someone who already knows where they want to touch. AMORPHOUS BLACK SHAPES interrupt those lines with hunger, little zones of intensity that submerge the eyes in inconceivable DEPTH.

You can read the triangle as PENETRATION, as entry, as a tongue of will sliding into a sea MULTICOLOR ORGASMS. 

Like the way you can crave someone FIERCELY and still want to hold them CAREFULLY.

On the outside, the flowers are TENDERNESS: diffuse, generous, everywhere at once. On the inside, within that angular wedge, the energy tightens. LUST appears as a body, a scent, a spot on the map. The whole painting turns into a conversation between two temperatures of the same force: the urge to care and the urge to consume.

White over Black is not PURITY over DARKNESS.

It is clarity over depth.

The BLACK that runs below everything is it’s origin. It is the soil of fantasies you never fully confess, the subconscious where attraction is born long before language comes in to justify it. Every white blossom is one place where that Invisible Black pushes through and becomes visible, the way a FORBIDDEN urge suddenly rises into awareness.

LOVE lives like a fog that covers the painting. LUST lives in the cut — the boldness of entering, the willingness to disturb, to move, to risk rejection. Tenderness is in the softness of color and blur. DESIRE is in every SEDUCTIVE stroke of paint.

Your gaze completes the CHOREOGRAPHY of the SENSES. 

When you oscillate between two opposite forces, you are feeling the actual TENSION the painting was built to expose.

Garden of “WHITE” Over Black honors the intelligence of DESIRE.

It says: you are not shallow for wanting to POSSESS a specific body. You are not IMPURE for feeling LUST and TENDERNESS in the same heartbeat. You are not broken for sensing LOVE and DANGER inside the same person. You are simply a garden hosting a vector — a field of possibilities that, at some point, must allow one focused, pointed force to enter and say: “YOU.”

This work lives in that exact second: before the KISS but after the decision, before the TOUCH but after the yes.

This is your FIELD of EMOTIONS coming to LIFE!!!