Quintessence (1052)

A burst of red and gold cuts through the canvas like a blazing comet, splashing space with irresistible energy. Around it, blues, turquoises, and violets spread in shifting layers, like galaxies unfolding under the impact. White cells burst like bubbles of foam, giving the tumult the lightness of a breath. Matter seems to whirl, fragment, and be reborn in a choreography where nothing comes to rest. Here, the explosion is pure expansion: it does not destroy, it engenders, it reveals. The eye is drawn into this striking contrast between the violence of the stroke and the grace of the movement. It is the instant when chaos turns into light, when fracture becomes opening. And if every tear were, in truth, but an invitation to discover a world still unseen?