Solitude and silence.
A marine silence.
The deep blue transforms the scene into more than just night: it becomes interiority.
The cat, seen from behind, has something human about it. It is a figure of contemplation. It does not act. It looks.
A suggestion of chosen solitude. A suspended moment.
The drypoint technique adds a slightly trembling line — it is fragility. The blue is felt almost like water. An image that speaks of being outside the noise, of not participating, of observing from the edge. The cat does not chase the moon. It contemplates it. In solitude. Like us.
In the immense Blue.
