Quintessence (1006)

The canvas blazes with incandescent yellow, crossed by green, mauve and turquoise veins, like a radiant sun unfolding in every direction. Cells open into flaming corollas, like cosmic petals vibrating with an inner light. The whole breathes with the exuberance of a solar garden, blending floral softness with the energy of stars. Each burst feels like a pulse, a note of a secret song, where the universe celebrates its own birth. The movements of matter sketch a continuous blossoming, as if creation itself were nothing but a vast eternal spring. The gaze is drawn into this luminous whirlwind, between explosion and germination, between fire and sap. Perhaps quintessence lies here: in the union of the celestial and the terrestrial, of the star and the seed. And if light, at its core, were nothing other than an infinite garden in full bloom?