Cellsong — a hymn in pigment and pattern
This is the music of matter—a quiet symphony composed in the language of life. Each cell, a note. Each vein, a breath.
The canvas hums with the rhythm of becoming. White outlines trace the memory of division, as if the universe paused mid-mitosis to admire its own choreography.
Earth tones ripple like ancient chants, while pale blue cradles the composition like sky holding the first whisper of dawn.
It is not chaos, but cadence—
the pulse of growth, the echo of origin.
A song sung not with voice, but with the slow unfolding of form and the shimmer of gold where light meets lineage.
Cellsong is the lullaby of creation, a map of emergence, a sacred geometry drawn in dust and dream.