Quintessence (1077)

In this canvas, the bluish wave unfolds like a celestial sea, animated by thousands of vibrant cells. Translucent bubbles seem to drift on the boundary of air and water, as if each breath opened a universe. Splashes of red and gold erupt here and there, like sparks of life piercing the vast silence. The gaze is lost in this organic network, at times coral-like, at times cosmic, where the infinitely small converses with the infinitely great. One might glimpse a comet crossing the abyss, or a vein of light irrigating dormant matter. Time dissolves, replaced by a continuous flow where dreams are born. Here, quintessence takes the form of a circulation, a hidden passage between memory and future. Perhaps this ceaseless movement reminds us that nothing is fixed, and that the essence of all things is transformation. But what happens when we stop resisting the flow and simply let ourselves be carried away?