Quintessence (291)

This canvas unfolds a luxuriant substance, like an aquatic garden suspended between shadow and clarity. Deep greens and turquoise spread in shifting layers, pierced by golden touches that recall star-dust scattered at the bottom of the seas. At the centre, white bursts open like luminous corals, breathing a gentle light amidst the density. Violets and purples take root in the darkness, lending the whole a mysterious depth, while reds and oranges flare here and there like burning embers, seeds of fire at the heart of the water. Everything here appears to be expanding, in silent effervescence, as if the canvas sheltered the genesis of a miniature universe. This is a vibrant sanctuary, an immersed Eden where every detail transforms into organism, flower, star or cell, depending on the eye that beholds it. The abundance of forms invites surrender to wonder, to recognise the creative force at work in the invisible. Then, a question gently arises: what if the mystery of the world were not to be sought elsewhere, but already inscribed in this secret blossoming of the depths?