Quintessence (188)

This canvas opens like a submerged sky, pierced by glimmers and luminous corals. Violets and fuchsias unfold in delicate veins, resembling living branches that ramify in the shadows. They seem to throb like mysterious organisms—part flower, part star, coral or flame. Flashes of orange emerge amidst the deep greens, recalling embers slumbering at the bottom of the water. Strokes of turquoise and emerald evoke marine currents—fluid and shifting—that carry the gaze towards brighter zones. White, scattered like foam, brings breaths of clarity to the heart of this sombre profusion. All here breathes with a sacred density: an abyssal garden, teeming and fragile, that bears within itself an invisible light. This world seems to remind us that mystery is not only dazzling; it also nestles in the shadows, in the inaccessible depths where life continues to unfold. And so, before this aquatic and cosmic landscape, a question arises: what if the secret of creation were to be found precisely in this balance between darkness and brilliance?