Quintessence (1232)

A cascade of bluish light flows down the heart of the canvas, unfolding like a celestial veil caressing the colors of the earth. Around it, turquoise, orange and scarlet cells burst forth like precious stones immersed in the current. The whole breathes movement and fluidity, like a sacred passage linking above and below, the visible and the invisible. One perceives both the strength of water carving and the gentleness of air enveloping. Each bubble becomes a pearl of memory, a fragment of dream suspended between two worlds. Here, quintessence is revealed in the surge of outpouring, in that delicate power uniting descent and ascent. The canvas seems to whisper that there is no separation between what falls and what rises. And if, within every descent, the promise of flight were already hidden?