In Corde Coeli (91)

A wall of red and orange flames rises like a molten cliff, contrasting with the turquoise blues and violets that spread in fluid waves across the foreground. The blazing verticals seem to sketch an imaginary architecture, somewhere between a city of fire and an incandescent cathedral. Below, aquatic flows balance the whole, like a sea come to soothe the burn. Everything here breathes the meeting of opposites, between intensity and appeasement. And what if this flaming landscape were not an external place, but the image of an inner force ready to be revealed?