Quintessence (1226)

The canvas opens with a clear, almost translucent breath, where blues and whites unfold like clouds in expansion. Red and fuchsia bursts erupt like incandescent embers, contrasting with the airy fluidity of the whole. Each cell seems to bloom like a newborn star, carrying within it the promise of a world yet to be invented. The movement is both gentle and sudden: streams cross and overlap, creating a cosmic choreography where everything circulates. It is a silent, luminous explosion, where matter almost dissolves to become pure energy. The eye wanders, drawn by the alternation between depth and lightness, like between abyss and sky. And if this fragile and blazing dance were but the visual echo of the universe’s very first