Hel - The breath between worlds by LaPil'à'folie

About "Hel - The breath between worlds"

by LaPil'à'folie

About the artwork

It does not judge. It demands nothing. It welcomes.

Hel is neither the end nor the beginning. She is that fragile point of balance where one depends on the other: life has no meaning without death, and death without the memory of the living.

Her kingdom is made up of thresholds. Discreet souls, forgotten presences, silences left aside. It offers a place to the unlived, to those who have crossed the world not with a bang but with a thud, because their rest deserves as much space as that of the warriors we sing about.

This drawing was born of a need to establish balance as a force, not as a compromise. Because here, it's not a question of confrontation, but of weaving together: flowering and withering, shouting and sighing, spectacular bravery and modest existence.

Hel is the essential part that the world forgets to look at. She is the faded beauty that we think is lost but which remains precious to the earth. She is the thickness of shadow that brings out the light. She is the rose and its thorns.

Her hair, in shades of deep violet, speaks of the passage. Neither alive nor dead - simply there, like a mist frozen between worlds.

Graphically, she is a calm tension: stable lines, wooden skulls like antennae of silence, a body divided without violence. Her gaze does not capture, it rests. Her existence does not impose itself, it supports.

Hel is the presence on which all equilibrium depends. And if no one shows souls without a story the way, what becomes of them? And if there is no sovereign to watch over absence, how can the memory of the world remain whole?