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What appears first as a cross becomes a convergence.  Light presses outward from the centre, pale and luminous, as if the form itself is breathing. Around it, colour gathers and trembles—reds and blues collide, gold traces the edges like a living boundary, and darkness recedes without ever fully disappearing.

This is not a symbol at rest, but a passage in motion. The vertical reaches upward and downward at once, the horizontal opens outward, holding tension between heaven and earth, time and eternity. The Name above is presence without image; the Name within is presence made flesh. Between them, the space hums with becoming.

The painting carries the paradox of the cross: surrender as power, stillness as transformation. Each mark feels deliberate yet surrendered, as if the image emerged rather than was constructed. It is less a depiction than a threshold—where the infinite touches the human, and meaning is not explained, but felt.