This picture is contradictory. What is happening on the canvas can be described in only one word - movement. And the grass bending in the wind, and the feathers of the clouds - they all rush, overcoming the boundaries of existence, turning the earthly into the heavenly.
This flight has a goal - a line dividing darkness and light.
And again a contradiction. After all, the devil is the result, the finale. She must stop the movement. But the line is also the end of the old and the opportunity to start a new one. Overcoming it turns today into tomorrow. This is the moment that the ancient Romans called “dolor ignis ante lucem” - the languishing melancholy before dawn. In a second, the line will be crossed and a new day will come into its own.
