In Corde Coeli (79)

Streams of green and turquoise unfold like a shifting sea, above which rises an incandescent horizon. There, magentas and pinks form blazing clouds, crossed by a golden glow that seems to set the sky aflame. At the heart of this intensity, a dark line winds like a ridge, a fragile frontier between the world of waters and that of flames. The canvas breathes the tension of elements in dialogue: water that soothes and nourishes, fire that consumes and transfigures. Yet far from opposing each other, they unite in a single breath, as though the universe sought reconciliation within color. Every detail becomes vibration, every burst a spark of balance. And if this incandescent line were nothing but the image of our own existence—stretched between fluidity and blaze, always in search of an inner sky?