Quintessence (1349)

An incandescent hearth reveals itself at the center of the canvas: blazing red, deep magenta, and mysterious violet intertwine like the embers of a heart on fire. Around it, turquoise and emerald spread in translucent waves, like a soothing breath of water meeting the flame. Gold and ochre sparkle in fragments of light, as if each gleam contained the memory of a miniature sun. The matter here ignites, cracks, and regenerates: it is the very movement of germination, that fragile passage where the seed bursts to give birth. One feels both the burn and the softness, the tension and the harmony. Nothing is left to chance: even the densest shadow serves as a springboard for brightness. This canvas resonates like a parable of existence: we carry within us an inner fire, sometimes buried, sometimes erupting, but always ready to fertilize what surrounds us. In this vibrant chaos, light is not lost: it multiplies. And what if every burning trial in our life were in reality the secret fire through which the Creator brings forth our true colors?